One Sunday morning, my wife woke me around 8:00 AM to tell me she was going to church early and that I should just meet her there later with the kids. The kids at the time were probably about 6, 4, and 2. She said they were downstairs eating breakfast and watching tv. So, I got out of bed and went straight to the shower to start getting ready for church. After my shower, I headed to the laundry area in the basement to get some clothes. On my way down, I noticed no kids on the main level. In the basement, I saw the 6 and 4 year old and asked where the 2 year was. "I don't know," was their answer of course. I grabbed clothes and headed back upstairs. On my way back up, I looked again on the main level and happened to notice the front door wasn't ajar. But, I thought, surely the 2 year old is just upstairs in his room. Surely he didn't go outside. Plus, since I was still just in a towel, I decided not to walk outside and look. I went upstairs, looked around, didn't see him, and quickly threw on some clothes. I head back downstairs and go outside. It was a chilly, foggy morning. I start walking along my street. As I walk along, I see my 2 year old walking along the sidewalk in just a diaper, crying "Mommy". There was a man near him and as I started yelling my son's name and running over toward him, a police car pulled up. "Oh, ####," was my thought. The man had called it in to the police, understandably, and the officer asked me a few questions. I told her what happened and that I think my wife must not have closed the door all the way and she probably also didn't realize I was jumping straight in the shower instead of heading downstairs first. The officer said she had to come look inside my house. She walked in, glanced around the main level for a few minutes, then said she's required to report this to child services and they may come visit us. They never did visit.