Sister K is like any other 16 year old. She wants to drive. Actually, that's a lie. She wanted to go shopping more than driving. Personally, I think this makes her sick. Something's just wrong with that. Anyway, we told her she needed to drive anyway. Homegirl needs to practice her driving, even if she's reluctant to do so.
So here are some pictures from Sister K's second drive around in the truck.
By the way, did you notice Sister K's new short hair? I like it, it reminds me I need to get mine cut. It's getting long enough to be annoying. Working Man likes it long, I like it short...and so the battle continues. In the end, Sister K did just fine in the big giant truck. She managed to park it in a parking space. Figure, if she can learn to drive the truck, she can learn to drive a car in no time.
Our kids are going to end up driving when they're four. Starting with dirt bikes. Working Man will insist upon it. I'll just be at home worrying about them. And chewing my fingernails off. One by one.
FFR
