how he looks

We went a drive down to Port Glasgow and got out at Newark castle for a walk along the waterfront. It was cold, but pleasant when the sun was out.
Driving back home we approached heavy traffic on the motorway at Glasgow Airport. The inside lane had been closed.
Two cars ahead of us, a mini-van advertising a circus pulled into the outside lane straight into a car. We both swore watching it. The van then swerved and clattered into another car as it tried to get back into the lane it had come from. The car in the outside lane smacked into the central reservation railings. Everyone's brake lights lit up red in surprise and alarm.

No-one was hurt, although the vehicles were pretty badly smashed up. The three involved managed to make there way out of the stopped traffic and into the lane that had been closed off and a man appeared from each of the drivers' doors looking askance at the managled metal of their vehicles.
The guy from the circus van was wee and wiry. The guy from the car in the outside lane was big and burly. The other guy was checking that his backseat passangers were okay. We passed them by.
"That's two customers the circus have lost," cracked my boy.
I smiled and tried to keep it serious.
"Well thankfully no-one is injured."
"Aye, no yet: until that guy in the car smacks the van driver!"
Another zinger. Two for two. I was laughing. Is it wrong to be proud of your child's twisted humour?