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You're lucky. When I was 4, on several occasions my mom didn't want me putting my head above the window sills because our neighbor was drunk and shooting at shit in his back yard, which borders ours. This isn't a run-down place, it's an affluent suburban neighborhood (I feel so out of place here,) and she wouldn't leave the room.
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm biased on the issue and can't give too much advice, but that you're fortunate to be able to leave them for a few minutes.
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