My mom drove over my legs with the car when I was about ten. I was running along side the car when she was backing away from the milk house and slipped and she ran over my legs. Of course my dear mother was beside herself as my younger brother was in the backseat, with his head outside the window saying "Why'd you run over my brother mom? Why??

Thirty years later when my mother takes issues with any of my parenting methods, my immediate response is always "But at least I haven't run them over in a car yet."

Hats for bats. Keep bats warm. Gracias.