The young miss practicing parking today.
She’s been skittish about getting out on the open road, so we’ve been driving around parking lots up till today. Her choice: the middle school. Mine: the big lot between the football stadium and the arts theatre.
After parking practice today, and sharing the lot with another novice driver, (“How do you know, Dad?” “Who else drives around a football stadium for fifteen minutes two months before classes start?”) we hit the gravel and county roads outside of town. The young miss was leery about shooting up past 35mph, so we had a small line of traffic behind us. But she probably doubled her odometer mileage in one evening.
Nothing like spending Father’s Day doing fatherly things. What’s more fatherly to a teenager than teaching her how to drive? And keeping calm while doing so.