Monday, September 17, 2012
There are moments in life where all of your life boils down to a moment. Where, in a split second, that which is important becomes fully obvious and that which isn't. ... isn't. After fifteen years of driving with out a single accident or even a minor traffic ticket (got one parking ticket for street sweeping. ... bastards!) I was in my first car collission yesterday. It wasn't anything epic, coming to a stop sign a 17-year-old in a small SUV was making a left on to the street I was coming down when she lost control through the wet intersection and spun into us. But Gina was at a festival this weekend so I had all three girls in the car with me at the time. I could see her lose control as soon as she hit the water and my only instinct was to get past her as quickly as possible, so I floored it. Unfortunatly I didn't get quite past her all the way and she took out the back end of the car (which rattle the dog a little bit). However, if I hadn't floored it she would have t-boned into Arianna. That's what rattled me. A bumbper is replaceable, a wheel well is fixable, a tail light can be bought; Arianna is a little harder to come by. I pulled off to the side and checked on the kids - Rosline was still sleeping, Arianna asked "what was that?" and Genevieve wanted to know if we weren't going to Grandma's anymore. I then went over to check on the other driver. ... poor kid. She was hysterical, as I imagine any young driver would be. In her I saw my own girls sitting there, slumped over the stearing wheel, balling into the palms of her hands. Gina said she was lucky to have hit me, someone who isn't overly attached to "things" and who, as a young father of girls, could picture my own child here. I told her to relax, these things happen. We have insurance, no one was hurt, life would go on. We took some pictures and exchanged details and went on our way. As I got back into the car, Genevieve was a little perterbed that someone would hit our car. "That's not nice; she's not supposed to do that!" She huffed as we drove away. I told her that it wasn't on purpose and that's why we call it an "accident". She was a little less forgiving then I was. We got to my moms and life continued on. It was only an hour or so later when my sister comes up from the playroom to the kitchen where I was feeding Rosaline. She looks at me cautiously before informing me "You know Genevieve is saying 'Oh damnit' down there?" What? "Yeah I wasn't sure the first time so I followed her around and she's said it five times now!" Sure enough I go down there and she's "Oh damnit" this and "Oh damnit" that. I pulled her and Arianna aside and told them that's a daddy word only, and even Daddy isn't supposed to say that word. "Only when lady hits our car?" Genevieve asks as she nods her head in self assurance. So that's where she picked up on it. I'll admit, it's not the only time I've sworn infront of them, and it probably won't be the last. But clearly, even in emotional moments, I need to watch my mouth because they absorb everything. Oh damnit!
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