My husband has moments of terrible judgment. Last night was, unfortunately, one of them. We were all outside playing with the kids, and he thought it would be fun to practice some roller hockey with our 2-year-old. She has her own mini hockey stick and everything, and usually she likes chasing the ball around and trying to hit it back to him. Well, he sets up a plastic bin to use as a goal-- and he puts it right in the driveway, directly behind our cars! Everything is going great until... the ball hits the rim of the plastic bin, bounces straight up into the air, and lands on the back window of our minivan. I'm watching it in slow motion, too far away to stop it, thinking, "I REALLY hope the ball will bounce off that window!" No. The window immediately shattered into thousands of tiny tinted pieces from the impact.
Interestingly, I wasn't angry. It was done, we couldn't undo it. We were both annoyed and frustrated, but I realize it was an accident, and all that was left to do was call the insurance company and find out how much it would cost to fix. About $250, in case you're wondering what the cost of stupidity was that day. And unfortunately, they can't come out to replace it until Wednesday. So we are home bound the next few days, and hoping it doesn't rain!
My husband never does these things on purpose. But he certainly seems to break/lose/destroy things a lot more often than I do! Does anyone else have a slightly amusing story about a recent accident at your house?