I saw an absolutely horrible case of "parenting fail" live last night. I was coming back from grocery shopping, driving into my neighborhood around 10:30. (I shop late because it's too difficult to take my son with me, but I don't want to leave him and miss time with him when he's awake.)
Now, my subdivision has this beautiful, ginormous gazebo with an elaborate fountain in the traffic circle near our clubhouse/pool/gym/main entrance. It is tall, too; if you fell off the top edge of the fountain, it's a good three-foot drop to the next tier, and even farther than that to the ground.
Which is why I was surprised to see four kids in bathing suits playing in it, jumping around on the wall.
