After grocery shopping, we stopped to fill up the gas tank. It needed it after the last leg of the drive home. As I got back into the car Blaise started the following conversation-
B: Mommy, can I drive?
Me: Right now?
B: Yes, can I drive now?
Me: Um, no. Maybe when you're 16.
B: Ok, when I'm 16 (of course, his pronounciation of the word 16 was entertaining.)
S: I can drive when I'm 16 too.
Me: Sure, Scott, you can drive when you're 16 too.
S: I'm going to drive Daddy's car when I'm 16.
Apparently, they are serious about this whole driving thing and have already been doing some thinking about the details. Yikes.
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