Drivin' Mizz Daizy

Ever since Tdawg got his learner’s permit, he wants to drive everywhere. We have started out on the back roads. It takes some noodling to figure out clear routes and to make sure there is a traffic light to cross the “big roads”. He has done very well. He has good instincts. He is slowly becoming less afraid of oncoming traffic. He blew it big time the other day when he patted my knee and said “Haw ya doin’ Mizz Daizy”. Sadly I had a flash-forward to the days when my driving privileges are revoked due to age and he is my sole source of transportation. Oh dear, I feel old!