I walked out to the car with my son on the way to his swim practice. It was raining a little. Pattering drops fell around us as we exit the garage to get into my 2006 Honda Accord.
I asked him, “Buddy, did you check the mail today?”
He replied loudly, “Yes.”
“You did?” I asked again.
I opened the door for him and as he got in I asked with a tone of displeasure, “Where’s your jacket?” He never wears a jacket voluntarily. I sometimes think he would go out in the Pacific Northwest rain with just a t-shirt and flip-flops if we didn’t make him wear more.
He answered, “I didn’t bring one,” while he crawled into the car.
I closed the door on his leg before he had completely gotten into the car.
He yelled, “OWWWWW!”