“Mom, we’ve been in an accident.”
Well, crap. Talk about a heart-stopper. I took this call from my precious Youngest yesterday and I’m pretty sure I still haven’t recovered.
They’re not hurt. Well, a little whiplash …
So the call comes in and Alpha Man and I race to the scene. I didn’t breathe the entire 7 minutes and 25 seconds it took us to get there.
Middle was driving, Youngest in the shotgun position, Special Edition in the back. They were rear ended. Not in their car, of course. In mine.
They’re not hurt …
I like to repeat that to myself. Which I did all night long. They’re not hurt …
But my car. Sigh … My car is injured, the poor baby.
ANYWAY, the teenagers did everything right. Youngest called me, she called the police, she got all the driver information. Basically she held it together like a grownup.
Until she saw her Daddy.
There might have been a slight fall-apart then. But that’s okay, that’s what dads are for. So … to miracles. To smart, quick thinking teenagers. To Geiko Insurance for having truly wonderful customer service. To the asshole at the police department who decided not to send police to the scene (because as it turns out, Middle MIGHT have forgotten her wallet that morning and didn’t have her license on her, whoops). To Dairy Queen for having some damn good icecream when you need it.