Up until last Thursday, my kids favorite new hangout was the garage. They discovered that even if it's freezing cold outside, it's not so bad in the garage. Usually I would back my car out so they had lots of room to play but on that day, my car was in the garage just innocently parking. My kids like to spend garage time riding bikes and scooters, pretending to go fishing, or turning the music up in their power wheels and dancing. There was also another activity in which they were engaged, one I didn't know about but would soon discover. I was peacefully reading a book on my bed. Ryder was asleep; Tyler and Boston were playing in the garage. I was just thinking about how nice it was to have a few moments to myself when all of a sudden I heard a loud thud and then Tyler screaming at the top of her lungs. I lunged off my bed, slid in my socks through the hallway, and threw open the door to the garage- nervous to see what I would find. Tyler was screaming but was also walking over to me so that was a good sign. I shouted over her screaming, "Tyler, what happened?" Her response? "It was Boston's idea." Boston was just watching the whole mess unfold looking a little nervous. After I took inventory of both of my kids, I noticed my car. The top of it was covered with shoes and fishing poles and bike helmets and rain boots. I started to piece things together. I figured, Tyler and Boston were playing on top of my car, and she feel off and landed on the cement garage floor. I was terrified. I was thinking what if she would have landed on her head or her neck or her back? I was a little freaked out. At this point, Ammon came out to see what all the commotion was about. Once he knew everyone was OK physically, he started to take all the items off the top of my car. While checking my car for scratches and dents, he noticed that the back windshield wiper had been broken off and was hanging from the back. Still, my kids hadn't fessed up to what happened so based on the evidence, we concurred that my kids were using the garage door ledges to hoist themselves up onto my back bumper. At that point, they would use the windshield wiper as a step to climb onto the top of my car. Tyler was mid climb when the wiper broke and she skidded down the back of our garage til she landed on the ground. Seriously, what are kids thinking?? Luckily, my windshield wiper got the majority of the injuries. It makes me sick to think what could have happened. Needless to say, the garage is currently off limits for playing until further notice. 
