Little Man Learns to Drive

It’s official. This weekend Watson learned to drive! Emory still is a little timid when it comes to the jeep. She prefers to sit in the passenger’s side {wearing her seat belt} and let her little brother take the wheel. And he’s all business when he’s in the driver’s seat. No messin’ around. It’s a little stop-and-start, whiplash-ish, but he’s a drivin’ machine. He’s even learned to reach down and switch back and forth between forward and reverse. And his little arm resting on the back of the seat cracks me up. I can just see him in 15 years trying to make a move on the ladies with that same pose. He thinks he’s so cool. But wait. He hears a plane. And his eyes are no longer on the road.As Emory tells me all the time, “Drive wif bof hands!”{I’m so glad moving vehicles trump girls for now. Let’s hope it stays that way for a good long while.}And off the road we go. At least we’ve got an all terrain vehicle, right?

Our little man absolutely LOVES riding in his jeep and is constantly standing at the back door asking, “outside? drive?”. Our crazy kid is now a crazy driver, so steer clear of the roads! Don’t say I didn’t warn you!