Too much of a good thing.

Since Oliver almost got kidnapped (well, it felt that way anyway) we've been discussing a little "stranger danger" with our kids. I always kind of shy away from that talk because I think it is hard to help them have a healthy sense of safety while recognizing when they aren't really in danger. Just the other day, I noticed that our new neighbors' little boy came home to an empty house. He walked up, knocked on the door, and when no one answered, went to sit on the front step. I was a little concerned because I haven't ever seen that happen before. Like I said, they just moved in. I walked across the street and innocently asked if he would like to use my phone to call his mom and see if she was on her way. He initially looked at me, then turned his head as I continued talking. Like an idiot, I didn't let this deter me. I said, "I think you know my daughter Emmaline. I live right across the street." Handing him my cell phone, I continued, "You're welcome to use my phone to make sure everything is okay." He just ignored me so I said, "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you, I was just trying to help." So much for my stint as a Good Samaritan.