Lenore Skenazy went to Bloomingdales (in good old NYC) with her nine-year-old son. She took him to handbags, gave him twenty dollars, a MetroCard, a subway map, and a couple of quarters. Then, she left him there. (Now, if anyone left me in a Bloomingdales at the age of nine, I'm pretty sure I would have just stayed. In fact, at the ripe old age of 31, Bloomies still feels like home.)
Lenore's son made it home — proud and happy that he'd navigated the subway system so well — and then she was roundly criticized by all kinds of parents as the second coming of Ms. Spears. Obviously, it's different for city parents — but it certainly brings to mind all kinds of questions about throwing your kid in the pool to teach him/her how to swim. What do you think about her methods?


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