But I do have to ask...how the [censored] does a 5 year old wreck a car that badly?

Well, the car was repairable. I just wouldn't sell it repaired. Then the little shit was done, it needed a new roof, a new rear seat, a new rear quarter panel(the kid had climbed up and jumped all over the back of it), a new passenger side window (the noise that brought me out of the GM's office) and the center of the dash where the heater controls had been kicked in. Dad seemed to think this was acceptable behavior, so obviously he's an [censored]. Even worse, the morons I call my sales staff DIDN'T SAY A FUCKING WORD to this asswipe or his kid.

So, I could have fixed the car and sold it, but that would make me a scumbag.