This story was told to me by the grandmother in the story as I watched my 4-year-old play in that same mall play area. I didn't know her, but she struck up a conversation with me. It cracked me up and reminded me of the time when he was 20-months-old and squeezed out of that area while a family member was watching him. He hadn't seen him leave. My son had seen his brother, his grandmother and me pass a jewelry store, Build-A-Bear, maybe a Hollister or something and then enter into Stride Rite. Moments later, he waddled up into Stride Rite all alone like he was any other mall shopper. I was laughing and in shock all at the same time. Mostly in shock.