We live about 4 miles south of the collapsed bridge in Minneapolis. we took it regularly to visit my Mom, or other friends living on the north side of town. It’s also the route to my son’s Pre-School.
My 4 year-old car-freak son wasn’t feeling well that night, so he laid in my lap, quietly watching the news. I knew that he was paying close attention though, because he was VERY concerned about the cars.
A day or so later, he asked, “Daddy, were the cars hurt in the bridge?”
I explained to him that some cars were damaged.
He understood, went away for a bit and came back.
“Daddy, were there people in the cars? Did the people get hurt?”
I sat down, cuddled up close and explained that people were in the cars, and some of them were hurt in the collapse.
“Daddy, I don’t want to go over bridges anymore. They’ll fall down and hurt us. And break the cars!!! And we won’t be able to go to Pre-school anymore!!”
We’v chatted a lot about bridges, death, broken cars, and pre-school over the past month.