Davis wanted to go get a treat tonight, and he wanted to drive. By time I got out to the car Davis was in the drivers seat, Owen in the passenger and Gator was smiling because she knew I'd get the back with her. It is a whole different experience in the back seat, and I didn't like it. Poor Davis had Owen coaching him from the front and me in the back. He really did do really well, I was just really freaked out a couple of times. These Zeppes treats were a treat to our survival. I can't believe I am teaching my second teenager to drive, it may as well be Gator in that drivers seat. I'm just giving up, there is no way to keep them from growing up and thinking they are boss.
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