My 2.5 year old child could see me in the gas station as I was paying. And had been told, “I will be right there I am not going where you can’t see me. Wait right here for just a minute.” Got out of the car seat, cranked open the sun roof, climbed up and out, slid down the windshield and hood and ran across the parking lot cheerfully calling out, “I finded you, Mommy!”