Back to my 8-year-old self in the kitchen. I survived. But I also hid under the couch for 20 minutes because I heard a floorboard creak. Was that safe? Emotionally, no. Legally? My mom was probably fine because she left me for just 30 minutes.
So here’s my ironic advice: Don’t just ask about the law—ask about the kid. Is your child the type who locks the door, turns off the stove, and reads a book? Or the type who tries to “fix” the Wi-Fi router with a butter knife? You know the answer.
And honestly? If your kid is craving the independence, let them have it. A little boredom and a few Oreos never hurt anyone. Just hide the butter knives.
