My Uncle Paul who's now about 82 years old maybe a little bit older he when he was a kid had a tendency to run off. So my grandmother would uh somehow attach him to the clothesline. So he could only run so far on a leash in the backyard and 1 day, he got off that leash and he got picked up 3 miles outside of town by a trucker. He was 3 and a half or 4 years old. I don't remember. He got picked up by a trucker and was able to give the guy directions about how to drop him back off at his house. Nobody got in trouble for nothing. That seems like an extreme end of the spectrum. But so does this lady with the 5-year-old seem like the Other Extreme, there's got to be some happy medium in the Middle where we can just you know, Exist with people, trusting their kids and all that kind of stuff.