"What's that screeching?" is the crap that was going through both our minds (and maybe the #LittleBoss' too) right before some older, daft gentleman smacked right into the back of us. And then a young lady into the back of him. Damn, a good 40ish mph. Coffee flew, seat belts locked and Max yelled. And I shouted at Chip to get over now! so I could check on Max.
Other than being a little rattled after our humpday fender-bender, we're all safe and healthy. I'm happy to report that it didn't take long for Max to turn to his smiley, ham-bone self again. He then went on to entertain Great Grandpa in the hospital. Let's be honest...he entertained all of us at the hospital. He's such a charismatic little man.
We're home. With a rental. A few calls with insurance agents taken care of. LittleBoss is down for another nap...catching up on some ZZZs before being main entertainment at family dinner.