Listen, Adam. I get it. I'm not exactly an angel. I've been known to let a few bombs fly every once in a while, especially if I stub my toe on the corner of the kitchen stool or something. That really hurts! But I have never--even once--announced, "Hey kids! Dinner is going to taste like a mother--- !"
If a school district's plan to address autistic elopement is merely to wait for it to happen and call police, they are planning for tragedy. After consulting with both local law enforcement and Jerry Turning of Police and Autism: Bridging the Gap, here's a protocol I'm suggesting to my child's school district.