Happy Mothering Sunday!
Yesterday oldest child finally had his first driving lesson.
They grow up so quickly these days don’t they? 🙂
But this was a birthday present.
Yep, the chance to hurtle through woods, plunge into bogs and scare passing paintballers.
In a 4×4 automatic LandRover.
Possibly the best present a 13year old boy could receive. Ever.
Or so he said afterwards.
Slightly nervous. 🙂
The cars are all less than 18months old
Because that’s their life expectancy with 11-17 years old screaming around the track in first gear.
I didn’t ask about the life expectancy of the driving instructors.
I also didn’t realise that Andrew, Rosie and myself would be shoehorned into the back of the 4×4 to experience the drive with Jacob.
Otherwise I might have looked for a knitting experience for him instead.
See how nervous he looks there? That’s nothing compared to how nervous the three of us in the back were looking.
But it was great fun.
And Jacob was remarkably self-possessed and good at handling the car.
Not distracted at all by the screams from the back.
He’s still not driving my mini though.