Oh my God!
Brake. Brake. BRAKE!!!!
Well, we know my seat belt works.
Release. Release the wheel. RELEASE!!
Don’t tip the car over!!
Turn into your lane, your lane!
Don’t hit the pedestrian!!!
Get up to speed.
Curb! Watch the curb!
Back up and try it again.
Whew, we made it.
Can you tell yet what I’ve been doing more of this last week or so? Teaching Mr. T to drive. Since last year I’ve been giving him opportunities to drive, mainly in empty parking lots and the short trek to the bathroom facilities when we go camping; however, he has really ramped up his driver’s education lately. I think this is mainly because he realized that his younger cousin was driving more than he was. We are just a bit competitive in our family!
I have discovered that construction zones are not the place to let him learn. I’ve also discovered that he’s not ready for the main roads yet. I’m already dreading the freeway experience. I usually talk to Erica at the end of the day and as I’m on my way to pick up Mr. T from school, about 6:30, and we hang up when he gets in the car – and Mr. T keeps laughing “why does Erica keep praying for your safe return? Does she think I can’t get you home in one piece?”
Well, uh, yeah, that’s pretty much it.