Busted.

Tonight, I found a quick and easy Halloween craft on Pinterest. Thinking I had all the supplies on hand, I got the family psyched up about craft night. 

While Jeramie cleaned up from dinner, Ethan and I went upstairs to gather cotton balls and dental floss.  It was then I realized we only had about 4 of the 28 needed cotton balls.  Bummer.

I put a shirt on Ethan (don't all of your children run around half naked?!) and went out for a quick Wal-Mart run (is there even such a thing?!).  We got what we needed and headed back home "super fast" as I knew I was working against the bedtime countdown clock.

Although the project turned out really cute (sorry - no pictures ... that's a different story for a different post), it was what happened in our neighborhood that I wanted to preserve here on the bloggy blog. 

There are two stop signs between the entrance of our neighborhood and our house.  Admittedly, I practice more of the "rolling stop" for the first, but always make a point to completely stop at the second.  As we were headed home tonight, I rolled through the first stop sign (maybe more quickly than usual) and then I heard "uh oh" from the backseat.

I questioned Ethan about what might have happened to induce the "uh oh" - a dropped toy? ...a spilled drink? - and after contemplating my question for a few seconds he stated, ever so bluntly, "Red means stop".

Whoops. 

I guess all that pretend play is going to have a positive impact on more than Ethan's language.  My neighbors can send their thanks to Ethan's developmental therapist!