Last month driving home from my sister, Sam's college graduation in Springfield, my mom hit a raccoon going about 70 mph on the highway. It was very loud and woke Rick up, who thought she'd hit a deer. It was only when she got home she realized said raccoon took out half her bumper. The next day she showed Elliot and told him about it. Ohhhh boy. For days, no weeks, Elliot asked me several times a day why Grandma hit the raccoon. He's moved beyond it now. He doesn't ask me about why anymore. He seems to finally have accepted it's because the raccoon came out of the woods and she was going too fast to stop. But, he does tell strangers it happened and his Grandma's car is broken.
Monday driving home from dropping off Noah at school Elliot pointed out a flashing light alerting us to the reduced speed school zone. He said "Mom, that light tells us to watch out, right?". I said "Yes, also it tells us to slow down." His reply was "Yeah, so we don't get in a wreck like Grandma." So funny! I guess he thinks Grandma must have been recklessly speeding when she hit that raccoon.
Here's a video I took on my phone. One day driving home he became so insistent on wanting to know "why" Grandma hit the raccoon I had to actually pull over and turn around to address him.
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