Tonight, I heard a loud crash while leaving T-ball practice.
Some teenage girls crashed a newer model car right into the garage door. The funny thing was how they reacted. One stood outside the car, hands over mouth. The other got out, checked out the damage and sat back in the driver’s seat and began to talk on her cell phone. A third ran back and forth into the back yard. I have no idea.
I am grateful to not be a teenage girl who smashed a new car into the garage door. I’m also glad not to be the parent of any of those girls.
Tomorrow morning at 8:30 a.m. I will be boarding a big yellow school bus. I’ll be chaperoning the kindergarten field trip, along with a bunch of other hearty parents. We are going to the Seattle Children’s Theater. On a bus. To Seattle. (That’s an hour from here.) Filled with loud children.