"You should've seen the other guy,"
pompously says Bim,
our tough-as-steel BMW X5.
The car of the opponent,
a 19-year-old 3-week-new-to-town Freshman at UNCW,
was completely dented in.
The hood looked like an accordion.
had some scratch marks on the back bumper.
And I'm pretty sure her tow-hitch was smiling
as she gazed upon the ruined DUKE front license plate.
When I felt the beginnings of that fender-bender,
I broke into Wonder Mom mode.
I'm pretty sure I had exited the car,
Emilija held tight to me,
in under five seconds.
It was PURE,NATURAL instinct to get Mila to safety.
Part of that instinct also urged me to call Tata.
When anything semi-frightening happens,
your gut tells you to make sure your WHOLE familly is
After affirming our safety, Joe asks about Bim.
"Roughed-up but good," I say.
Much like Emilija & I.
Years ago when we first bought the BMW we had kids in mind.
The millions of accessories and most importantly, their safety.
Bim filled both those slots.
But not until the accident did we test her brawn.
With flying colors.