Lucas is doing much better in his driving, but now he's mad at me. He's gotten a little more comfortable driving and now will speed up too fast or cut corners too sharply. I then have to slam on the pretend brakes located in the passenger footwell. Lucas thinks I use the fake brake way too often - LOL.
I tell him that many times it's either slam a fake brake or scream in abject terror, but he says he's not buying it.
By the time he gets his real license, I may have a hole stomped in the floor and my fingerprints permanently indented in the side door handle. No wonder parents of teenagers have gray hair.
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