Yikes, here we go again. It's the brother, same as the other, driving the mother... nuts.
First day, back roads, seems easier than the sister. Could it be the guy thing, or am I less worried because it's the second kid and see how well the first one turned out? There is nothing to this drivers training thing. I did a good job last time, and there have been no insurance claims--ever (that were the teenagers fault anyway, the walnut, the porsche and the hailstorm were all "acts of nature".)
Heck by number three, I'll have the youngest driving home from the written test with only his learners, on the main roads. He'll have to, because I'll be a senior citizen then, banned from driving due to poor vision and recurring incurable road rage.
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