My Son Visited Our Neighbor Daily ‘To Cook’ – I Walked in One Day and Called the Police
My 7-year-old son, Eli, befriended the one neighbor on our cul-de-sac that most people avoided—Ms. Eleanor, the elderly woman living in a dark, ivy-covered house at the end of the street. At first, I thought it was sweet. Then Eli came home with cash.Alarm bells went off. Who pays a child for baking cookies?I asked…