Daddy's truck!

My Daddy has a truck...it's a very pretty truck! It's his baby...(I am NOT!) This thing is so bling-ed and chromed up that I'm positive it would show up on Google Earth...futhermore, the cost of the darn thing would cover half my mortgage!!!!!!! My point is, I do NOT drive my Fathers truck! Don't get me wrong - my Daddy Loves me, and really does care more about ME then his truck...but I can't even afford to look at it, so I'm hands off! Anyway - Dad drives truck, and he's away right now. Before they left, Dad said that he left the truck in the yard, full of gas and that if we need it - go get it. (It's only next door). Well...this morning I decided to use Dads truck. Our sitter lives on Fairview, and the hill is steeeeeeep!! There's no way the Honda would make it up that hill without a fight, so I sent DH off with the Honda and I took Daddy's truck...for the first time ever - willingly! Not wanting to break anything, I let the heater clear the windshield. The wipers were coated in ice & stuck to the windshield. Instead of using the scraper to peel them off the window, I tapped them with the end of the scraper to break the ice free. All was going well...until...
I pull into the sitters driveway and notice a perfect crack in the windshield that runs from one side - to the other - under the wipers...EXACTLY WHERE I HAD TAPPED!!!!! AUGH!!!!! Now my problem is 2fold! 1st is that I may or may not have broken my Fathers truck!!! 2nd...even if I didn't...He's such a stinker - he'll hold it over my head for a very long time, as though I did and not tell me if it really WAS my fault!!!!!!! BUT...If I don't fess up...and I really DID break it - then I'm in even BIGGER trouble!!!
It's official...I'm 8 years old and still afraid of making Daddy mad!!! At what point will I ever outgrow this??!! I'll keep you posted on the dammage!