Technically she’s not old enough to drive it, but I was driving at eleven and she’s plenty tall. At twelve she doesn’t have much good sense but to be perfectly fair I’m 40 and my decision making skills are mediocre at best.
So the other day when I needed to move the car out of the driveway and onto the street I tossed Jane the keys and said, “It’s your turn to park the car.”
I still have whiplash. She’s really heavy on the brakes and herky jerky on the steering wheel, but I figure these little lessons now are going to make it that much easier when she’s 15 and and half.