Well, this was a day that I have dreaded for 5446 days, 21 hours, 47 minutes and 36 seconds. That’s 14 years, 10 months, 28 days. It was the day that my son, 3B, sat behind the wheel of a car for his “in-car” driver’s education class. For the first time ever, he drove a car, on the road. I was sick to my stomach all day. I know that my usual worry over him is about to pale in comparison to what the rest of my life will be, starting now.
I asked him about it and he said he had a little trouble at first, figuring the turns and how to maneuver them, but soon he was doing fine. His words: “easy peasy, lemon squeezy.” Well, okay then. He sent me a text saying he had ran the car into a wall. I told him to stop it. He laughed. Anywhat!
Keep me in your thoughts or whatever it is you do. In all seriousness, keep him in that. Getting ready to take him for day #2. And, The BCPF is off today, so I’m keeping this short. Happy Friday, Dear Reader.
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
“The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status, or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we all believe that we are above-average drivers.” – Dave Berry