Why Kids Grow Up

Today at 6 AM my oldest son came into my room bearing a tray with a bowl of Cheerios, a glass of water and a note reading:

"Dear Mom,
I'm sorry adout the car. We can get new paint. Happy Brekfist.
Love Alex"

(I have left his spelling intact)

Yesterday I backed our new car out of the garage and came too close to Josh's car. I heard the bumper hit Josh's car and panicked. Instead of braking, I hit the gas. So...I really crunched the back bumper of our beautiful car. (Luckily Josh's Ford POS can't look any worse than it already does.) I ran in the house bawling and must have really upset Alex. He decided that breakfast in bed the next morning was the way to fix it. Despite awakening with a stomach ache, I downed a few bites of Cheerios and basked in the love of my thoughtful son.

Now we have to find a good body shop in Arizona, any suggestions?