[LeeH]

I had a 1972 Pontiac Grand Prix when I was in high school. It was really nice except for faded paint. My dad liked a paint shop that did fair prep, but awesome paint. We prepped the car for days before taking it over for a respray.

The day I brought it home from the paint shop, my brother's wife came over to visit. She parked her '80 Grand Prix right next to my '72. I was walking down the driveway from getting the mail just in time to see my five year old nephew open the passenger's side door leaving just enough space for him to step down to the driveway. Then he put his two hands firmly on the door panel and pushed with all his might. The impression it left in the driver's side rear panel of my freshly painted car was more of a small dent than a ding. I don't know who was closer to being sick... me or my sister in law.