My baby packed his bag and hit the road today.
My nine year old son, ready for a playdate and sleepover at his friend's house, packed his own overnight gear (with some prompting from me, "Toothbrush? Underwear? Stuffed animals?"), stuck his helmet on his head, hopped on his bike and rode off.
"Bye! See you tomorrow!"
He was adamant that I not accompany him.
I told him to call when he got there.
I rushed into the house and called his friend, "S. is on his way. Make sure he phones me as soon as he arrives."
Five minutes later, he did (it was only six blocks, after all).
He was fine.
I, on the other hand, am a little traumatized.