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By PAUL MOTTRAM MY 16-month-old son Joe sobbed and stared at me with a look of bewilderment and betrayal in his eyes as I handed him over. I turned my back on him and walked away as his sobs turned to howls of despair. My crime? Leaving him with childminders for the afternoon at the Toddlers Club in the holiday centre on the Greek island of Kos. My wife Eleanor and I were so distraught we nearly turned back to get him, then thought twice. If we couldn't leave him now, what would happen...