I witness an accident...

Dear Nicky,

This morning, after I went to the gym, I was picking up Junie from preschool and putting her in her carseat, when I hear a big noise.  I look up, and down the lot a ways a silver Pontiac had backed out of its parking space to smack into a white Jeep Cherokee broadsides.  The driver didn't seem to leave a note and just left.  I followed her and got her plate and then called the boss lady at Junie's school.  I think I did a good deed, and yet somehow I feel like a tattletale.  Isn't that silly?  Reporting something like that to someone was definitely the right thing to do.

Love,

Dad