This had to be a nightmare come to life for this little guy's parents. My own son Michael was the original"no fear" little boy. We would spend our weekends at Mandalay Bay wave pool, where at the time the waves were turned way up, and he would ride them all day, repeatedly startling the people around us, who would try to rescue that boy who must be drowning. He was 31/2. He also had this infernal habit of strolling off at whim. One day he began a sojourn from the Beach at Mandalay Resorts, and I followed behind him.If you are familiar with the layout there, you know the main tower of the Hotel is set way back from the pool area. He never looked back to see me trailing him, I subtly signaled to people who observed this little boy who appeared to be walking alone, and Michael never paused a step until he entered the lower level of the main Hotel Tower, and ambled directly to the Bank of elevators and pressed the button to bring him to the next level. At this time, I spoke to him from behind, and he turned and smiled, as I asked him what time his flight for Rome was departing from McCarran Airport. Completely nonplussed, he looked up and said, "Hi, DA." Kids will drive you half crazy sometimes, but for me, my children have been the greatest joy and Blessing in my entire Life. They have done so much more for me than I could ever do for them in ten lifetimes.