I pulled over, hit my flashers, jumped out of the truck and crossed over to him with a smile and gentle voice. “Hi buddy! I think we need to go back to the house.” Just then his Grandma came running down the road after him.
Sometimes double takes help us realize we are in error of what we initially saw. Sometimes they help us realize we are correct. It’s worth a double take. One, for peace of mind, and two, someone’s life could be on the line.