This morning brother and I were on our way to work, when he asked, “Mom, what would happen if it con… contained?” To which I must magically know what and or who he is talking about. Sorta like him asking me, “Has it been an hour?” to which I must know, an hour since??? Course I don’t know and he usually gets frustrated before he even starts his conversations.
So this morning his contained, was actually a deployed, and he was talking about the airbag. I don’t like him to sit in the front seat because of the airbag, so I have scared him to either a life of fear or back seatdom, for fear it will deploy on him. Anyway, the conversation went on and came around to him asking me if I’ve ever been in an accident or deployed by the airbag. I told him of the worst accident I had been in as a teen and that we didn’t have airbags back then. Of course, he asked about a hundred questions, taking us to what happened, where we hurt, was anyone else hurt, did we go to jail, why is a judge so mean, making good choices, and tickets that have to be paid.
Yes, my sister and I hit a guy on a motorcycle on our way Christmas shopping, he was flying down a hill in the dark with no light, we turned left. He hit us, we hit a telephone pole, we were bumped and bruised pretty bad. He had a broken leg. We went to court, no one went to jail, judges aren’t mean they just uphold the law. If you make bad choices, you have to be willing to pay the consequences… My sister got a ticket.
His next question was, “how much was the ticket?”
“Gosh, I don’t know son that was like 25, um 28 years ago.”
“Whoa, good thing there weren’t dinosaurs back then!”
Good thing son.
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