same crazy auntie as below
took my elder sister shopping with her when sis was 3. not only did she lose my sister in lewis's, she then jumped on the train and came home without my sister, just to tell my parents that she'd lost her. fortunately, my mum has drummed into our heads as early as possible that, if we get lost, we find a policeman or someone who works in a shop, give them our names and tell them we're lost. a quick yet frantic phonecall and sis was soon on her way home, safe and sound.
mum never let my aunt look after any of us again.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 1 Nov 2010, 18:52, Reply)