We went to our church's fish fry on Friday night with Grandpa M. It was a nice event, nothing like Dayton puts on, but nice. Near the church is a weird intersection. And by weird I mean that there are four or five streets all meeting at an intersection, but all coming from different directions. It's very confusing, especially because you have a traffic light just for your lane.
I give you all this background because it is completely understandable why Kevin got confused and (very obviously) ran a red light. I remarked on it immediately because Kevin is a very good driver and it was out of character for him to be so blatantly breakin' the law. As soon as the words were out of my mouth a police car pulled us over.
Grandpa and Kev were sitting up front and the boys and I were in the back. As the sheriff's deputy is walking up to the van Lou is freaking out, "Are we going to jail?!" I told him to hush and we'll talk about it as soon as the police officer leaves. It was funny because the boys are squirming in their seats and Kevin is having the hardest time finding his license and the cop isn't saying anything, just standing there waiting. Kev finds it and pulls the insurance card out and the deputy leaves.
When he finally comes back, we are greatly relieved because the extremely kind officer says that he'll give Kevin a warning because, "No one needs a $115 ticket these days." It probably helps that Kev hasn't had any kind of traffic infraction in a long time (I'm knocking on wood).
As we pull away from the curb we come to the next intersection: a three-way stop. As soon as Lou and Ben see the stop signs they scream at the top of their lungs, "SSSTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOP!" They are doing it out of the kindness of their hearts, making sure Kev knows there's a stop coming up, but yeesh, that was a bit much.
And to top it off, Charlie wanted to join in the fun and in the next block, no traffic light or road sign anywhere to be seen, he calls out his version of the word "stop." Poor Kev.