So who hasn’t lost a child at some point then?
All the furore about David Cameron’s misplacing of his eight-year-old daughter Nancy has made me reflect on how tricky it can be sometimes.
I once lost my eldest – he wandered off in Woolworths as a toddler to look at some cards, leaving me to yell: ‘I have a missing child, he is wearing, etc etc’ across the entire shop like some demented harpy.
I had no idea that my pride was so easily put aside, but he was located in seconds.
Another time I head-counted the family and went home, but without my youngest, as I’d included another child in the count.
It was a five minute mistake, but when you’ve done it once, you’re unlikely to do it again.