Yesterday I went to get an estimate at a body shop to fix a few minor scrapes on the bumper of our fairly new Honda Pilot. These occured when an old lady and I backed into each other slowly in a parking lot. Will and Paris were in the car with me. When I told them what we were doing Will said,
"But Mommy, how will we know which Honda is ours without the scratches on the back?"
Let the mocking and scorning of my driving record and skills begin.