If you've been reading here very long, you know we've got a child on the brink of driving. If there were ever a situation I wish I could turn back time, it would be this one. Good grief, he's not ready to drive. And I'm TOTALLY not ready for the white hair that comes with him driving...
This morning, Tim left VERY early for work, so I thought it would be a good time for Isaiah's solo flight. I tossed him the keys and told him to pull the car into the driveway. "Really?!" he asked. A little too excited. Without the cruiser parked there, I thought this would be an easy task.
Not so much.
First, he couldn't remember which pedal was the gas pedal. Then, he couldn't remember not to use both feet. Then, how to roll down the window. Then, how to turn the steering wheel.
My only instruction (which I repeated many, many times) was DO NOT HIT YOUR DAD's NEW TRUCK.
Which he did not do.
But he came DARN close.
I'm not sure, but I MAY need a place to stay to tonight. Isaiah, too.
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