"Kay, we need a new car"

There's nothing quite like getting a phone call while you're at work {and your husband is taking the kids to school} and hearing your husband say, "Kay, we need a new car."

Why? Thinking he saw a new truck drive by and now wants a new truck.

Nope.

We need a new car because, "I broke it."

And by broke, he really means crashed it.

Jeff was backing out of the driveway {Did I mention we live on a fairly busy street, especially during the morning and evening commute times?} to make sure Pearl got to school on her bike OK and WHAM! CRASH! SCREECH! Oh *!$%!

He said he didn't even see the trailer he backed into, which is pretty easy to miss trying to get out of the driveway especially in the car. I kept telling him it was fine, it's just a car. And that I was just glad that everyone was OK. He said Cole didn't even realize they'd hit anything until Jeff made him get out of the car and the police officer came by.

Oh, the poor car. Veronica as Jeff calls her. When he got to my office to drop Cole off, Veronica was looking pretty sad on her rear end. I think Jeff's pride was a little hurt. 

I'm just glad it wasn't me making the phone call..... because I'm pretty certain it wouldn't have gone over quite as smoothly had I been the one to hurt Veronica.