I wonder how long Kent sat in his car yesterday pondering what he would say to me before he finally called. After all I don't think there's ever been a time he's used his Blackberry when driving, where I didn't "kindly remind" him of the dangers. Last night my warnings became a bit prophetic, because at 9:30PM, while all-consumed in this nasty little habit of his, Kent didn't quite make his turn and ended up in a shallow ditch.
I suppose he had every right to have pause before calling. It's amazing how well you get to know your spouse after 15 years of marriage. Kent, who would have handled this in complete opposite fashion, knew I would waste no time grabbing the salt and pouring in on. And I must have done this rather loudly, because when I hung up the phone all the boys, along with Catherine were out of bed and ready to go.
On our way to the scene of the crime, I decided not to let this teachable moment pass me by. (After all I had already blown the opportunity to practice patience, love, and kindness on the phone, so why stop now, right?)
"How many times have I told your dad......."
"See what happens when...."
"You better NEVER....cause if you do...!!!!!"
We had to wait a bit for the tow truck, and for the nice policeman to write up Kent's ticket. He was charged with $100 worth of inattentive driving, and there was definite rim damage to the front passenger wheel, so the car could not be driven home. (I was kind-of hoping to have made the trip in vain.)
When Kent was finally done with everything, he headed to the truck and told Michael (who was bound and determined not to lose his seat up front) to get in back.
"Dad! Do you REALLY want to sit next to Mom the WHOLE way home?"