To The Car Doctor

Bright and early this morning we piled into our brown car and drove over to Greene's Auto Body shop. Natta had requested to wear her Lightning McQueen jammies and I acquiesced. She had pajamas and flip flops on.

When we got there I deposited both kids on the sidewalk and unbuckled both car seats. Leaving them on the sidewalk as well, I pushed my way through the glass doors to surrender my key. My kids made a beeline for the wooden trucks on the window sill, put there for just such a purpose. I waited for the inevitable whining to break out as one kid claimed the "cool" truck but apparently my lessons in sharing last time we were there paid off. Instead of fighting, they calmly took turns. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning to the Auto Body guy (does he have a title? Mr. Greene maybe?) I handed over my key and he informed me apologetically that he would take me home in my own car. So I headed right back outside to reinsert my car seats into my car. He followed, apparently trying to be helpful. As I buckled Seth in, he attempted Natalie's buckle, which he got twisted and tried to put the buckle through the clip above her shoulder. He took a full five minutes to get it straightened out and get her buckled in. Then he drove us home where we once again removed children and car seats.

Now I'm waiting for the rental car to arrive that will be ours for the next three days. I am so grateful that the other people's insurance not only pays for the repairs (which were estimated at just over $1,000!!! Yikes!) but also provides us with a rental car for three days while ours is in the hospital. At the end of the week this should "all be but a happy memory" (name that movie).