When we got home from work/school tonight, Rachel decided she didn't want Drew to take her out of the car. Nor did she want Mommy to do it. She just wanted to sit for a while.
Drew eventually unbuckled her out of the car seat and then we rushed around getting dinner on the table and putting things away. Then suddenly he said, "Lisa. Come here. This is Rachel in about 13 years."
She had worked her way into the driver's seat and was sitting with her hands on the steering wheel! After Drew questioned her a bit, he came back inside, shook his head and said, "she's ready for her Learner's Permit. RIGHT. NOW."
As someone who can't believe Rachel will ever use the toilet, write her name or make a meal for herself without intense supervision, I find the idea of her driving herself anywhere quite laughable. But I'm told it happens faster than you think.
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