Memories

I was speaking to a lady in the store today about "boys."  Her son totaled his car and then took Dad's and did the same.  The memories of Bobby and cars came rushing back.  I smiled and told her boys are bad with cars.  Bobby was working and I would let him use my car.  The dings and new dents were amazing.  I thought he used it as a bumper car like in the carnival.  I got a newer car and officially let him use the car.  That was mistake number one.  He came home at midnight.  We listened for him to come home safe, he never knew this of course, and all of a sudden the house shook.  Someone hit the divider between the garage doors.  "No Mom, it wasn't me," were his words.  Well whoever drove the car in the garage hit the divider.  I went the next morning and yes the siding was dented and the gray car had blue on it.  So who did it?  A few weeks later he came home and the car was dented from the front to the back of the car.  Once again, his words were, "I didn't do it."  So you mean that you smashed the car and never felt it?  "No."  Weeks later he told me he hit the guard rail and that is where the dent really came from.  He always has a car or truck that has lots of dents in them.  I will laugh when his girls do the same.  That day is coming.  Soon....