That's a picture of a boy with a driver's license. (But he's not driving because it was snowing and we had Joan and I'm not going to let any of these children drive Joan.)
It is a specific kind of terrifying to have a newly minted teenage driver. Especially when you consider he'll be driving in the scariest place I know: the high school parking lot.
Another terrifying thought? The car insurance.
I will calm my fears with rosy thoughts of not having to be his personal taxi driver. (Although I will miss that time when he is captive and tells me about his day.)
I never know if he's my sidekick or I'm his, but Mark and me? We have history together. I love that kid.
2 comments:
I'd program the van for no left turns in or out of the school parking lot.
He's such a good-looking driver!
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