Just as we were sitting down to eat, we heard a big SCCRRRRRAAAPE outside. I’m not sure how in the world our sweet seventeen managed to accomplish this, but as I jumped out of my seat to stare out the window, I saw the trunk of the Bloodgood maple silhouetted in the red lights beaming from the car that was – from our perspective – right behind it. As you probably guessed, our maple was not planted in the driveway. To get that close to it, he had to drive over a low retaining wall, about 12-14″ tall. How the hell he did that is something I still haven’t figured out. The little Corolla he’s driving is not built for offroading. That said, another perplexing thing about his accomplishment is that the car itself seems completely fine. I guess time will tell if the fuel pump, gas tank, or anything else was damaged in the process.
Anyway, he was rightfully upset, and we had fun mocking him. This may sound cruel if you don’t know that we have endured months of backseat driver commentary from this punkish little prodigy. “Shouldn’t you turn on your turn signal?”…… “Why are you tailing him?”…… “Shouldn’t you have moved over by now?” And so on….. All that said, we hope he learned a valuable lesson – or two – today. (I really hope I don’t sound as inane as Susan Collins when I say that.) Godspeed to us and all other teen parents!