CLEVELAND (AP) - Cleveland police say a man picking up his 3-year-old grandson from day care was given the wrong child and didn't realize the mistake until he got the boy home.
WEWS-TV reports that when that child's mother came to pick up her son, staffers at the Fatima Family Center knew something was wrong. By that time, the grandfather was on his way back with the boy.
The day care is operated by Catholic Charities Community Services. Executive Director Bernadette Washington released a statement saying her organization would review its procedures and make sure the staff understands how to release a child to the proper person.
Washington also told WJW-TV the two children on Thursday were safe with their right relatives within a half-hour of the mix-up.
No charges have been filed.
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No picture with that one. It cracked me up. Just give the old dude a kid, any kid. Good job Ohio day care.
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Makes sense to me. I was born in Springfield, Ohio after my birth mother's stay in a home for unwed mothers. I was then put up for adoption through Catholic Charities and adopted by a couple here in South Bend, Indiana.
The twist in the story is that I grew up only one mile from the home of my birth mother. Yep, she was actually from South Bend, too.
And my dad delivered mail to her (my birth mom) until the day he retired without knowing who she was.
Weird, huh? I never met her. She committed suicide 10 years before I got the court to unseal the papers.
I was also adopted through catholic charities.
Wow just wondering that is really weird. Interesting to.
Sorry you never got to meet her. Or even got to speak to her.
Just sometimes I wonder about my other family and whom I look like.
I can hear grandpa now. "All little kids look alike."
All old men are grandpas to little kids too.
Two people on this blog adopted through Cathlolic Charities??
yes, dd..
Your blog is where the orphaned, the abused, and the bereft come to be uplifted and healed! :)
I am an Early Childhood Educator This is a very interesting story to me. We sometimes joke with parents (the ones we have great relationships with) asking how many do they want to take. But this is crazy. We have policies and procedures to prevent this. I don't know where to start.
1. A 3 year old usually goes running to whoever is picking up. Didn't either the right or wrong child speak up.
2. The parent/drop off person usually tells the staff who is picking up and it is written down. Guess that didn't happen.
3. We id anyone we don't know. Guess that wasn't done either.
4. When a new person picks up a child I try to spend time with them while getting the child ready to go to make sure the pair is confortable with each other and know each other.
5. Grandpa probably did say all little kids look the same. I think he got home and his wife said who's that.
My biggest fear is that I will lock up at the end of the night and leave a child behind. That will never happen, but I always double check every room before I leave.
Twinner, you're so sweet. I'd never worry about a child under your care.
Justwondering, I think we all stick together partly because of that.
I bet there are other interesting commonalities with your blog followers.
I had something kind of weird happen last night. I was talking to a couple about a potential wedding rehearsal at the end the woman said. "Thank you Leslie" That is my mom's name. Not all that common. The woman couldn't explain why she used it. If she knew us both it would be totally understandable people do that all the time. This was just one of those really weird coincidences.
I am called the wrong name often Nicole is the most used. Never Leslie unless your family or an old family friend.
I was also born after my mother's stay in a home for unwed mothers. Not Catholic Charities, she wasn't Catholic. The adopted family was there to pick me up when my mother decided to change her mind. I can't tell you how many times I've wondered how my life would have been different had she given me up. I wish she would have.
Ok, here's me: I have a brother that my mother gave up back in the late 40's when she was 16, way before she ever met my dad or married. The judge that handled the case adopted him, in Lafayette, IN. It was actually handled thru the local Catholic Church as well. My mom was raised in the Catholic church/schools. So, if this post gets any weirder and my brother comments on here and we should happen to find each other...I will faint.
THEN we will all have to go on Dr Phil!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL
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