Earlier today, as we were leaving Target:
Dan: "Mom, when will I be driving?"
What I thought: Um, WHAT?!?
What I said:"What, sweet pea?"
Dan: "When will you teach me to drive?"
What I thought: Holy (expletive)!
What I said: "Probably when you're sixteen."
But don't be in such a rush, little man...
Oy.
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