THIS is why we can't have nice things ...

Walk outside to jump in my car to jet set to run errands.

My flip flops come to a screeching halt.

My car.  My new white beautiful car.  With two new dents right on the hood.

WTH.

Back inside I go.

"GATHER ROUND INGRATES"

wha?   who?  what's wrong mom?  huh?

"WHO DID THIS?"

Seriously ... the dumbest question a mother can ask if they have more than one child.

Because to the death you will ONLY hear....

"I DIDN'T!!!!" from each one of their mouths.

I could tell the 30 minute interrogation was getting me no where.

My detective investigation skills led me to believe it was the garage door that got shut on the hood.

I get that I left the car half way in and half way out of the garage.  So perhaps a very tiny piece of the accident would be my fault.

I am assuming you would not only see but hear the garage door hitting the car ... if indeed you would be the one that pushed the button.

Nope.  Remains a mystery.

The dents are still there.  Not getting it fixed.  Although the ingrates probably wish I would.  Every time we get in the car.  I have to say .... "oh my gosh .. would you look at THAT??"  What mom what?  "Oh .. just the dents ON ONE caused" ... as they slink in the seat and roll their eyes back in the head.

Lessons learned.  Mostly - don't park my car half way in the garage.  Forces me to make a full commitment.

Moving along ...

To the next day when a rock hits my windshield.

Can't win.