The joy of backseat drivers

I managed to 'catch' the wingmirror whilst reversing out of our drive this week.  It's a tight manouvere, onto a busy road, the hedge needs cutting, the kids were yabbering, we were running late.  I was quite proud of having had had this car a whole year without even a scratch.

Miss L had three comments:

Mummy you have broken the mirror.

Mummy is this your car or Daddy's?

Mummy you shouldn't have done that.

You have to love them. I bit my tongue, gaffa taped the wing mirror back on, and got us to swimming on time.  So at least I have something to be proud of.