Following my turn as first-responder to a head-on collision between Charlie's truck and the adirondacks, during which he informed me that race cars "just wreck sometimes", I relaxed on the porch with my Kindle.
Momentarily, Charlie parked his truck in the garage and sauntered up to me...
Charlie: Mama, I didn't die!
Mommy: What?!?!?!?!?! Well, thankfully, no you didn't.
Charlie: I didn't die! Since I only drove for a little while.
Mommy: Oh...your truck didn't die. You're right, Buddy. It didn't.
Charlie: Nope, because I didn't drive it for a long time.
...and he proceeded to check himself out in the glass reflection, admiring his NASCAR shirt... Oh my...
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