My youngest son, Oscar, then 16 months, was into everything. A typical little boy, he loved cars, trains, aeroplanes... ‘Vroom-vroom!’ he’d shout, playing with his toy trucks. Then, on 10 October last year, I had to drop my older son, Thomas, 6, at a party. My other kids, Ashleigh, 9, and Lacey, 4, were both at different parties.
Oscar didn’t want to come with me - he wanted to stay at home and play with his toys.
‘Leave him with me,’ my partner, Rick, 30, said.
He was visiting a friend a few doors down, so agreed to take Oscar with him.
Rick’s mate had a drone - a remote-controlled flying device, a bit like a toy plane. I just knew Oscar would love it.
‘Have fun,’ I said, giving…