

Well everything was going good until last Sat when we were watching our nieces. Daryl had gone ahead to the gym (we are borrowing Jeremy's Tahoe while he's away) and I met up with him with the kids an hour later. I went out to load the a car seat and booster in the van and went back in to get the kids. I must have put my keys in a very desirable spot because roughly 2-3 mins later, I find my niece holding my keys smiling. I don't think anything of it and just say, "thank you" and round up the kids to get going. I immediately hit the garage door button in my garage and then I start to hear a grinding noise and run for my van. It was too late though and the damage was done. What I'm assuming happened was my niece hit the button and it released the trunk easily since it was already unlocked. I (of course) didn't think to check my van before opening the garage door..but why would I. I ask her if she pressed any buttons and she is just grinning from ear to ear. I can't get mad at her, but inside I'm shaking because it looks awful and right now we can't afford to get it fixed. Hopefully one day when we finally have an income we can get it fixed...but until then I get to cringe every time I look at it :(
Oh well, the life of having kids right?
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