For one solid year, from the day that PJ turned 15 and we beelined to the DMV to get her learner's permit, I drove around with PJ. And I taught her how to drive. Six months later from the day she turned 16 and became a legal driver, I am once again in the passenger seat. We've had a lovely day of cross country skiing.
"PJ, you can't accelerate when you're in the lower gears."
"Pj, you're coming down the canyon too fast."
"PJ, am I ever going to stop telling you how to drive?"
"Don't worry Mom, I've learned to tune you out."
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hehe
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