I have only had a "job" for six months. AND it's a part-time one at that. The inevitable happens; Bay gets the bus home instead of staying at school for Little Loggers Cheerleading. No one is home. She gets the computer set up on the dining room table. Gets a placemat (towel) and pours her self a big bowl of chocolate cereal. Either does not notice (Bay can be oblivious) or does not care that there is no one else home. Settles in to some tacky high-pitched California tween-show.
Later on that evening I asked her, "Bay.... I love that you were okay with being here alone.... were you a bit scared or worried at all?"
Bay, in that chirpy little giving-very-little-thought-to-the-question: "No."
Me: You DO know the rules if you are ever home alone, right??? (These rules would be: don't cook anything.... don't turn the stove on and in Gus's case : don't light any fires or cut down any trees.) (Literally.... there's a true story there in that last bit.)
Bay, in a bored, singsong voice : "Yeah mom, no parties.... and no friends stay over if you aren't here".
Huh. Not SOOOO oblivious that she doesn't know the TEENAGERS rules of Home Alone.