Guess what my darling daughter did last night? Backed my Explorer into a telephone pole

!! Just broke the taillight cover and put a light scrape on the fender, no big deal. She comes in and says to me (DH was in the other room and she pulled me out of the kitchen--I don't think she wanted to tell him first) "there's something I have to show you. I'll pay for it!" Why do I find this funny?
What is it about men that they want to blame everything on somebody? DH's first reaction was to tell her she must take after me. Umm, just
who was it that rolled my SUV 2 years ago? Gosh, hmm, I seem to remember getting a call at home..."I'm in a ditch" Guess it wasn't me...
I gave him **** last night. Not specifically for that business, but just for being such a jerk lately. I feel a little guilty about it today. Not too guilty. I'll just blame it on my headache
Kiwi