Once we were walking to shul and three very cute furry puppies came charging out of a house toward us. My 3 y.o. son freaked out and ran across the street. It was a whole minute until a car came by, but I was shaken to the core. When my husband and I were done blaming each other for not having a hold of him, we started training our kids to run to US when they are scared, instead of running away, and then we trained ourselves to always know who is responsible for who (and to have their hand firmly if inclined to run away).
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