When it rains, it pours…

Joseph came in the house after putting his bike away and said, “Mom, I was putting my bike away and I made a white line on the van.”

So, I went out to the van and it’s not a line, but a very deep scratch — series of scratches actually — running from the taillight all the down the quarter panel and the sliding door.

The handle bar of his bike had lost it’s rubber cover and the metal dug into the paint right down to the steel of the van.

Yup… it’s another insurance-must-deal-with fix. Granted it’s not the house (which construction has not even started on) but it means the van will go to a repair center, be out of our hands for ‘x’ amount of time and we’ll have to deal with a rental car that costs less than $30/day.

All because he did *exactly* what we told him to do… put his bike in the garage between my car and the van, but did it the 7 year old way… if it doesn’t fit… just push it through.

In hindsight, is crazily funny, but it was not when it happened.

Oh… and that means another $250 out of pocket… deductible.