Once again, readers, I. MUST. RANT. Why? I … just heard from a mom trying to get two other families to let their children play with her children in her yard for an hour a week. Unsupervised.

AN HOUR A WEEK. She lives on a quiet street in quiet suburb in a quiet state. Classic single-family homes. Zero traffic. Other parent — who has stood and watched three previous playdates — says, “OK … but only in the backyard.” He worries that in the FRONT yard, “something” could happen to his child, “and if it did, I would kill myself.”