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