Now, I'm ratcheted in this carseat, I can't see where we're going cause I'm turned the wrong dang way, besides, I can't even talk yet.
Sun, as in a few trips around.
Bobby hit me.. I've gotta pee.. are we there yet, are we there yet?
Now that you're 6, how are the roads?
Jimmy's mom's car has bigger screens in the backseat. Are we poor? Bobby took my dollar, what are ya gonna do about it? My tummy hurts, I don't wanna go to school.
12. Roads are clear, perfect. Hey dad, thanks for agreeing to drive our entire soccer team home! (Dad's a tad stressy from the noise... 15 minutes in, another hour to home.) Can they spend the night? NO!, er, I mean not tonight son. Well.. ok, but can you get us Happy Meals? Please oh please dad?
14. Honey? Why are you ducking down? Because I don't wanna be seen with you guys! I see, but, the kids with no parents, do they duck down? Everyone has parents mom. Oh, I see.
Fitteen, paper driving permit in hand, dad, front seat, passenger side, foot ready to 'brake.' "Our Father, who art in Heaven..."
21. DD, but someone has to do it. Jenny, I know you love me, you've told me 27 times on the way home. See if you can wakeup Johnny, we're almost home.
28. Yes, I know Junior is strapped in back there, I've not even come close to the speed limit. (In spite of having driven now for 13 years, I am so thankful for all the instructions, suggestions, mandates, 2nd brakes compliments of my wife. Victor, are you being facetious? I would never do that! MISOGYNIST! AM NOT!
40. I'm so excited (I just can't hide it) to spend the weekend with Bobby and his wife at the Lake. But, didn't he torture you growing up? Yes (ha ha) but we were just kids.
Fitty. Junior's wedding day. Please hurry, we can't be late. Hey, there's a Lotta traffic and... you always tell me to slow down. MISO....AM NOT.
Still fitty, but father now 79. Knock on his door. Ahm, Mr. Schultze, I don't think you were aware, but you scraped Agnes Murray's car leaving the Post Office. Gulp.
The next week. Winona? (Father's gf) You seen my car keys? No... I'm sorry, I haven't. (I could kiss her, she took them, I didn't have to.)
65. Take this job and shove it, I ain't driving here no more.
66. Frank? You just bumped into the garage door with the RV. My bad, I'll be more careful when we drive to Montana.
72.... 2:15am this morning. 3" of fallen snow, no cause for alarm, wind chill -25. Sonnyboy, FedEx has brutal starting times. You mind taking the broom out, warm up the car, sweep the snow off? Sure dad. And he said to himself, "I sure wish that kid had his driver's license. "
At 2:17am, City snow plow drivers were still sleeping, State Highways, one lane swiped, hard to see lines, but, it's always hard to see lines at 72.
Soon, back FedEx to pu son. Two lanes clear now per TV dudes driving around in it.
One of these days I'll get to the post office to mail that letter.
That's fancy for, WATCHOUT FOLKS, HE AINT GOTS NO GF TO HIDE HIS KEYS!
Happy day, drive safe,
Love, Victurd
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