It was a regular Saturday, I suppose. Hubby was getting ready to cut the grass. Baby girl was eating her waffles and enjoying an episode of “Super WHY.” And I was, as always, on my laptop. Then this happened:
Crash! Scraaatch! Bang! Crash!
I called for my Hubby and got to the front door just in time to see the young man who’d just taken out at least three cars on our normally quiet block, jump out of the car and start running nervously back and forth.
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