Oops, I Did It Again

I may or may not have had to confess to J that I “tapped” the front of his car today when I was backing down the driveway. Luckily,

1. I only bent his license plate a little bit


2. He “tapped” my car into something when I was in Costa Rica so he couldn’t really say anything except, “Well, I guess we’re even.”

Also, when you do something twice, I’m pretty sure it can be spun into something like, “Oh that? That’s a family tradition!” It sounds better that way. Anyway, I’m just thankful that he wasn’t standing in our front window watching me do it, like his brother was when I backed into his car.

Well, at least that’s out of the way. I don’t have any more kids with cars, so I think we’re good.


He's still adorable.

(P.S. He didn’t really look like that, but I’m guessing that’s how he wanted to look.)