Dear Front Seat Driver,
I know that I will be seeing you tonight as I pick you up for our daily carpool, but I felt it was necessary to jot down a quick note of gratitude to you. After all, you deserve it. First of all, thank you SO much for enlightening me with your music taste. Honestly, the second you get into my car and switch the radio to top 40's music is like a daily wake-up call. Brittney Spears, if you can even give that level of autotune a personal name, wailing about sex and lust just warms my heart more than any other music ever could.
And once we start driving, wow. Just wow. When I first got my licence I was slightly depressed because I would never get to do behind-the-wheels again.Thankfully I now have you, because clearly getting my license doesn't signify capability of driving. Smelling your breath as you constantly lean over to check the speed is absolutely delightful (especially on the days when you have gum), and nothing makes me feel more confident than when you clutch the handle of the door with all of your might when I take a left turn as the arrow turns yellow. You may have taken it a tad too far when you assumed I didn't turn my blinker on and I definitely did. Just because your mom got a ticket from doing that doesn't mean I am going to. If time passing is directly correlated to the ridiculousness of your questions i may have to kick you out of my car. I mean, if you're so great at driving, you can drive yourself, right?
Until later,
Ruth
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