he actually doesn't even drive that badly. especially considering he has a lunatic in the passenger seat. i do all those things...you know...hitting an imaginary brake, tilting my body hoping i will make the car veer a little more in the proper direction, raise my voice to an almost alarming level every damn time a car in front of him applies the brake. i don't even recognize myself. i hate it.
when we go to drive somewhere i can hear it in the back of my head a full 30 seconds before he even says it..."can i drive?" or the more manly "i'm driving". i look for excuses "the sun is too bright", "not with your brothers in the car", "cloudy, might rain"..my list is endless. when i do relent and let him drive i honestly feel queasy. you know that feeling you get when you're on a roller coaster and climbing the BIG hill? i have that feeling from the minute he asks until we park.
here's the kicker...i really want him to get his license. i do. i know some people are thinking i don't want him to grow up. sooo not true. him driving equals a lot less running for me. he even has a car ready and waiting that we are giving him. i'm kinda irked that he can't get his license until sept 11, which will be a full month into football season. and means i will be getting the "come get me" phone call at all times of the night and day.
to steal a line from Roseanne...."Now i know why some animals eat their young"
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LOL Yes, My oldest already sits on my lap and drives. I feel comfortable with that because I control the gas and the brake. She wants to drive the Trans-Am. Not going to happen!!!! Good luck, and just think, I will be in your shoes in a few years.
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