Second, it seems much more minor looking at the picture. Good perspective.
But when the girls are crying because they think they and/or I are/am going to jail, it’s not so great.
Without going into too much detail, Keith crawled into bed just as the alarm was going off for me to get up and ready for church. So it was a solo day for me and the girls. Just before we left it started pouring. And on the way to church we had a wreck.
An hour later, after the police report was written, insurance infos were switched, and the girls were finally convinced no one was going to jail, we made it to church in time for second service.
I could go a really long time without driving again, though!