Three hours after I making a left out of the auto-body shop in my brand new fixed-up car, I got into another accident.
Again, everyone was okay. The important thing was kept the important thing…but still.
Another round of reports, claims, and adjustments – and another rental while my still (pretty much brand new) car is back in the shop.
Today, when I picked up Briggs from daycare in a blue Jeep Patriot he was excited about the size, shape, and color, but a bit bummed about the lack of a back-up camera.
“Well, did you see it has Maine license plates?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, not really caring.
“Maine is the beach, so maybe it’s a sign that we’re suppose to live at the beach.”
“C’mon, Mom,” he said, as he buckled his own seatbelt, “our house right now, right here is our beach.”
And then I gave him a high-five…because that’s what I do when someone is precisely on-point.