Ihave three kids. From the time they slithered out, I worried about them. Strike that. From the time they were conceived, I worried about them.

And when they wanted to do the 97 activities that modern children seem to love to do, that meant two of us having to be in three different places at the same time.

Why did we need to be there? Because my precious angels (who grew into bloody bossy adults) needed care and supervision - and I wasn't going to outsource that to people I didn't know.

The rate of child abuse in this country is terrifying - and we don't even have the whole picture. The prospect terrified me then and it terrifies me now, as a doting grandma. Swear to god, did you read the story about the poor girl abused by the person who was meant to care for her?

Who do you trust?

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