|Posted by Rebecca M Avery on April 27, 2014 at 7:40 PM|
So the boy got his temporary driver's permit. May this post serve as your official warning. I do not have big enough cahones' to ride in the front seat while he learns the fine skill of driving. That being said, I sit in the back seat and try to meditate in an effort not to panic. However, there are moments when a quick intake of breath happens no matter how much I try not to let it escape. I've also become a Bill Cosby protege' by repeating the things I say in quick succession... such as
stop... Stop... STOP!
Result = "I heard you the first ten times mom... we're stopped! See... car's not moving anymore! However, at some point it's going to move again so you can't start saying stop again the second the car moves forward. We'll just go slow... okay?"
Categories: 365 Ways to Annoy a Teen