Caution

To the untrained eye, this may just look like standard-issue caution tape, warning passersby away from the freshly poured concrete.

But I know better.

I know that yesterday, when the concrete was poured, there was no such tape.

I know that while I was mowing the front yard, a certain five year old somehow managed to wander precisely 4 steps into the still-gooey sidewalk.

I know that the construction workers could barely contain their laughter when said five year old was required to apologize for ruining their hard work.

I know that I'm really annoyed with myself for not returning, camera in hand, to grab a few quick pictures of the four suspiciously size 11 1/2 sinkholes left behind to prove his guilt.  Nor did I take pictures of his concrete-covered school shoes.  Sigh.  Missed opportunity.

I know that I did manage to drive home the seriousness of the situation by suggesting that if I couldn't get the concrete off, he'd have to use the money he's been saving for a video game to buy himself new school shoes, knowing the whole time that the still-wet concrete would wash right off.

I know that if you look closely, you can see a color difference between the newly poured concrete and the old.

I know that today, after the construction workers poured more concrete, they put up caution tape.

It seems that everyone learned a lesson.