It happened so fast, I didn't know what to do. The van was smoking, the moms were moaning, and my daughter was sitting in the driver's seat, stunned. I checked to make sure no one was seriously hurt--no last rites would be needed here--and then I strapped my daughter back into her seat, hopped in, and started to drive off.
She jumped out, grabbed one of the women's cell phones, called 911, and had the dispatcher send an ambulance to the parking lot, stat. She's a great kid, but I can honestly say I've never been more proud of her than I was at that moment.
"That's my girl," I said, as we drove down Lyndale toward home. "Okay, now. What's the moral?"
"I know, I know," she sighed, realizing we had to spin it into a teachable moment. "Like you always say: 'Don't waste too much energy fighting stuff like this, because there's more of them than us.'"