Thinking he put the car into Park, Nathan opened the door while still in the garage and jumped out of the Tahoe to come inside. What he soon realized is that the car was not in park, but in reverse. The Tahoe started to back out on it's own scraping Nathan's Chevy Cruz with the Tahoe door the whole way. It bent the Tahoe door backwards bending the bottom and making it impossible for the door to shut. Needless to say it was not a good start to our romantic weekend, as described in the note below.
While I took Maysen to his basketball game, Nathan feverishly searched for a mechanic to fix the door so we could take the Tahoe on our weekend out. He was successful. Meanwhile I contacted the insurance company only to find out that we would have to file to claims and paid two deductibles.
The end result of a formula that entailed no children and a damaged Tahoe, was Nathan agreeing to get a new car. What a beauty! When we pick the boys up from Papa and grandma Sherrills, it was a surprise. Maysen was shockingly sentimental, and a little sad we no longer have our Tahoe. I think we are all just a little bit spoiled.