It's a wonderful week for being on wheels (insert smirk).
Juggernaut was stuck in Connecticut in the middle of a blizzard and horrible roads. Magoo was in a car that got t-boned. You didn't ask, but of course, the person who hit the car didn't have insurance...or a drivers license...or a green card...or seat belts for the half dozen kids in the car... Last but not least, Gonzo became a licensed driver.
I'm too old for this much excitement. I suggested to Hubzam that he consider it a bonding opportunity and take Gonzo for his test. He took a vacation day and off they went. Soon, I got a text that simply stated, "There he goes..." Even that made me nervous, no joke! After three boys, I can barely scream, "Look out!" anymore. I held my breath till Hubzam texted me to say he passed.
So, in honor of this historical event, I feel a limerick or two coming on...
All my sons had to learn driving skill
We nurtured and trained them at will
They all did their best
Number 3 took his test
By now, Mom and Dad know the drill
With license in hand, Gonz rejoiced
And still Mom had warnings she voiced
It's wise to beware
When sons haven't a care
(Keys are hid on a nail on the joist)
The last boy that's left in our home
Is longing for something with chrome
"Hey, that's my own car -
Just stay where you are"
(Turns out I am greedy...shalom!)
Look both ways when you cross the street. Remember who has the right of way. Ya'll drive careful now. I've got another one on the road and he is just 205 months old. Seems too young.