The place the truck crashed

Liam is fixated on a certain embankment we pass on our drive to work. One day about two months ago we got caught in a traffic jam because of an accident. A semi had run up the embankment and flipped over. We finally got to the scene of the crash, after inching along behind cars for 15 minutes, and Liam couldn't stop asking questions.

"Why did the truck crash?"

"Did the man get owies?"

"Is it yucky?"

I explained that sometimes cars can crash if we aren't careful or if it is icy. I also explained that we wear our seatbelts to keep us safe just in case our car crashes. It was a good learning opportunity, and I figured that was about all we'd say about it.

Nope. It's two months later and every day we drive to AND from work we have to look for "the place the truck crashed." I happen to know that the driver of that truck died soon after the crash, and there are crosses and flowers out on the spot now. We drive by and Liam says "Ewwwww...!" I have no idea why. There are just skid marks in the grass mostly. He's started noticing the crosses now, and told me yesterday that the truck crashed "by that church." He knows that crosses are at churches, so I guess he put two and two together! I told him that those were called crosses, and that Jesus helped the man who got owies.

"Yeah!" he said, "And Jesus drove the truck to the truck store to get it fixed!"

Interesting take on divine intervention there...

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