Permit to Drive
11 years ago my mom gave me this '99 Honda Accord. My brother and I drove 14 hours up north from New Orleans to what I now called home. Josh was only 4 and still sitting in a booster seat. This same car I drove to work and picked/dropped him off of daycare everyday. Today when he got in the car, according to the speedometer, it only has a bit over 79,300 miles. Never thought this same car will have my son driving it.
Josh had his permit on Monday. He begged to let him drive, so we told him if he knows where the spare tire is, then he can drive down the street and back. It took him a while to figured where it is. It scared the bajeek out of Calvin when he backed up. I'm on the side yelling "Watch out for the trash" as Jonas next to me crying because he wanted to be in the car.
Calvin giving Josh the logistic of how to work the car. I was informed that he will be teaching him to drive because my impatients will drive Josh crazy.
Jonas patrolling the neighborhood as the man mows the lawn.
He is totally a boy. His pants is filthy dirty.