I'm guessing I wasn't the only one leaping to conclusions however. Hence call number 2. Clarification. Only part of 40th avenue would be closed, and it wasn't our part.
A little before 7 pm, I warned the boys about the trucks and then told them if they stayed with me I would walk down and take some pictures with them. It wasn't till we were on our way home that Nolan ran ahead and Colton followed. But Nolan looked, and Colton didn't. As my heart raced into my throat the dump truck driver coming from the cul-de-sac, stomped on his brakes and Colton, oblivious scooted across to safety on the other side. By the time he was home he knew he was in trouble. I did not contain myself, yelling at him. This morning I talked more calmly with him. He layed in bed with me as we talked about listening to mommy and that big trucks can't see little boys.
And then to see if I was getting through to him, I asked, "What do you think would happen if a truck did accidentally hit you?"
He calmly and somberly replied, "I'd be dead."
"Yes," I told him. "And then what?" I asked.
"And then I'd be sad." he said.
"Why would YOU be sad Colton?"
"Because then Nolan would get a Wii Fit."
"You know, like that girl when her sister died. Everyone was sad and they gave her a Wii Fit. And that would be no fair if Nolan got one and I didn't."
Ahhhhhh. Looks like I have some explaining to do.