Game crossing

During our latest trip to rural central Chile, our third son kept on asking about road signs. One particular sign caught his eye; Game Crossing. We had come across many signs, but this one appealed to him for some reason. Our second son seemed to like a signed that warned of falling rocks. Our eldest was only interested in signs that showed we were closer to our destination. Our youngest, the fourth, liked all the signs.
With four boys making references to all the road signs, there was no way I could miss any of them. Or so I thought. The one sign they hadn't mentioned was rather a crucial one. By the time I had caught on it was too late. There was an extra toll booth ahead and I hadn't anticipated that. We had already passed one toll booth on our way to Limache, but we had taken the mountain range route. This time we took the highway and there was a second toll booth. We didn't have enough cash for the toll. There was no electronic teller anywhere so we had to turn back to a town where we could get some cash for the toll.
Sometimes it doesn't matter what your kids are screaming at you. The signs might tell you something different.
When my wife called home from work one summer afternoon, she found herself talking to a terribly irate boy, our eldest son. He was completely out of his wits. He told my wife that he needed her to tell our third son off for peeing in the pool. My wife asked him to ask his brother to get out of the pool and come to speak on the phone. "No mom," our eldest said, "he's not in the pool and he didn't pee in the pool, he peed INTO the pool!" Our third son had gotten on top of a stool and peed directly into the pool. But, you see, we could have read that sign the wrong way.
Our third son was not misbehaving, at least from his perspective. He was protesting. He didn't have other resources for protesting, so he peed into the pool. His two elder brothers had been nagging and bothering him all day. So our third son did the only thing he thought would balance the scale; pee into the pool.
Signs are a tricky thing when it comes to children. I remember one eighth-grader who would continuously get sent to my office. In the end, after some talking, he admitted he liked the cookies I gave him when he went there. He would provoke his teachers whenever he got bored so that they might send him to my office; cookies and no more boring lessons.
Wouldn't it be easier if, once in a while, our children would simply hang a Game Crossing sign around their necks?