Speaking for latch-key kids everywhere, most of them really don't have a choice. I was on food stamps and second hand clothing when I was growing up. Two brothers and two sisters. If my parents missed a day we went hungry, literally. The place we got fed and cared for most reliably was at school. Most of the time if we were sick enough to stay home, it was alone. Occassionally if it was the bad flu or chickenpox we had a parent home.

I didn't mean to soapbox this issue. Just defending those who can. I am not in any way bitter for the way I grew up. If anything, it made me on hell of a strong woman