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Teaching your teenager to drive is like having your very own teenage chauffeur. Only you'd have to be insane to get into the car with a teenage chauffeur.
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Didn't we agree-- years ago when it all seemed like a dream -- that we would rather take our sons to buy condoms than teach them to drive?
Posted by: elizabitch | August 03, 2011 at 03:33 PM
Mine has a learner's permit purportedly from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. And my car is a standard. I think Santa is going bring someone a new clutch this Christmas.
Posted by: elizabitch | August 03, 2011 at 03:36 PM
Condoms, sex education: easy, peasy.
Turning left on a green light: I am I pretty sure I lost 10 pounds.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | August 03, 2011 at 06:47 PM
And like I don't remember when you backed down the driveway and knocked over everyone's trash cans.
Be thankful even the child can see.
Posted by: Audubon Ron | August 03, 2011 at 07:47 PM
Suburban myth.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | August 04, 2011 at 04:32 AM
Interesting. Will he be Mr. Kamikaze's chauffeur while you are in Paris then?
Posted by: nthnglsts | August 05, 2011 at 08:07 AM