The car cut in front of me.  No warning.  Nothing.

I slammed on the brakes.  Everything in the car shifted.  I stopped well short.

No worries.  Well one.  My lunch.  My poor, poor lunch had fell to the floor.

A hard drop.  A sad landing.

One other note.  When did my car’s backseat get so dirty?  Okay, one other note.  Does any food ever reach the mouths of my children?  If yes, why are all of these crumbs on the floor?

Crumbfest 2018 – Backseat Gathering