3. I get down on his level and ask him, “where is your mommy?” “At my house “ he says in a small voice. “Ok”, I say. “Take my hand. I’ll carry your bike. We’re going to go home now” and thank goodness he does. I bring him back to the man on the bike. “Which way is your house?” I ask the little boy and he points back up the trail the way he came. The bike man says he’ll take him so we leave at that point. I hope to God that little boy knew where his house was and how to get there. /cont