When my children were 7 and 4, their father would always pick them up from school. One day he couldn't find them at the school or at home. He went back to the school to look for them again. Not long after, both my little angels burst through the door, smiling from ear to ear and saying "Mamita, we found our way home all by ourselves!" How could I be mad? I knew they had crossed one of the busiest streets in Ciudad Juarez and I also knew that I needed to prepare them for their father's wrath without taking away from their sense of accomplishment. I told them how proud of them I was and their Papá would be, too, once he calmed down, so it would be best if they just smiled a lot and let me do the talking. It worked.