This morning a poor bastard who looked like he just finished a triple shift (and I'm guessing from car, clothes and language skills, not by choice) blew past a stop light, narrow missed a bicyclist, and plowed into our car as we were going through the intersection not far from our home. The angle of impact swung us around a bit, but caused a surprising small amount of obvious damage to the car. He hit though right behind Esmé's car seat. What could have happened kept my mind spinning most of the day.
We were heading to a birthday party and still went, so here's a photo for what didn't happen today.