Not my 16 year old son!
One afternoon, I asked Nickolaus to drive me to the store. He was ecstatic. Of course. On the way there I'd tell him everything to do. Slow down here, stop, turn left, slow down, watch your speed, slow down, slow down....STOP! I'm sure by now you have a picture in your mind of what I'm talking about.
So, on the way back I decided I would not tell him what to do. He has been driving for a few months, I shouldn't have to tell him EVERYTHING, should I? After what happened next, clearly I do.
Nickolaus is driving about 35-40, not bad. He's obeying the speed limit. We are approaching a light and left hand turn. I wait for Nickolaus to brake and slow down. Nickolaus does not. I wait patiently. No braking. Still waiting. Still waiting. Nickolaus begins his turn. Holding on for dear life I can stand it no longer. SLOW DOWN!!! He does slightly as he completes the turn and approaches a red traffic light.
Nickolaus looks at me with a sheepish grin and I quote:
"Mom, if I hadn't slowed down, I think I could have gone on two wheels! I could have even made skid marks!"
I probably don't want to share my reply. So I won't. Let's just say it was a lecture about being a responsible driver, blah, blah, blah.
"But mom.... I've never driven before. I've never had the opportunity to make skid marks, you have."
This post is linked to Monday Madness at the Tuckers Take Tennessee.