I got an email from my dad yesterday that started with this sentence:
News – today Cynthia passed her road test for drivers’ license, so she can drive alone or with an adult.
This is quite scary. I remember when you could fit her in a picnic basket! And now she is driving!
WOO!
GO CYNTHIA!
what exactly were you doing putting her in a picnic basket?
I hope she’s a better driver than you!
And now that she’s driving, she can come to my place and babysit!
I tried to teach her to drive a stick shift while she visited this summer, but she was not that excited about that. :-)
I put her in a picnic basket because she fit. Why else?
I think she is past her baby sitting days now. She had a whole little thing going a few years ago. But you could always ask her. :-)