Picture this:

It's time to pick up the kids. Jon, Ben, and I are rushing out of the house and loading in the van to pick them up and head to dinner.

I get in and have to adjust my seat, Ben's in the back, and Jon's in a hurry.

We veer backwards and Ben starts to yell, "The car, the car, you're going to hit her..." CRUNCH!

Nothing like a fender bender with BOTH vehicles. The van is crunched in the back and the tail light is broken. My front right fender is crunched and I can't open my passenger door.

Lucky for us, Ben does auto work, too.

Friends and family, please be proud of me because I did not freak out. Jon actually took it worse than I did. I'm growing up :)