“Ok, Joey, this is what toi gotta do. toi déplacer the gear into drive right? Because that’s what toi gotta do; drive. And toi lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but toi shouldn’t do that… But if toi do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and toi see, toi déplacer forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. toi don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when toi want to turn, toi gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then toi turn the wheel, and straighten it back out… Ok now at this corner toi do the same thing, but toi just gotta watch for traffic.” par this time we had made our way around the block. “You think toi got it bud?” I ask Joey.

“Steven Randel, what do toi think you’re doing?” My wife (Y/N) yells from the front lawn.

“Teaching Joey how to drive.” I shrug.

“You’re teaching our six an old how to drive?” I look at Joey in the passenger seat, grinning like mad.

“Yeah.” I answer. “It’s a life skill.”