I was looking through old photos, trying to figure out this stupid Mac (OK, it's user error, but it's my blog and I can get away with blaming it on the computer/software) and iPhoto, when I found this picture of Kevin. I think we were in Yosemite or Mammoth and waiting for Dad in the store for a few minutes, so I let Kevin sit at the wheel.
The photo reminded me of a no-school day for Kevin a few years ago. I must start by saying that this is not a conversation I would have with just anyone. Kevin has a very good sense of humour. With that said...
I had promised to take him bowling, but I was really sick. My exhaustion was at a peak, but I figured I could just sit and cheer him on while I didn't do much myself other than wheeze and blow my nose. When we went went out to the car in the driveway, I just sat in the front passenger seat, telling Kevin he could drive and handed him the keys. He got in the driver's seat and just sat there for a minute. He slowly turned his head toward me and asked, "Are you sure?" I asked, "You know which pedal makes it go and which makes it stop, right? You've seen me do it a lot." He sat silently for another long minute. Again, he asked very quietly, "Really? Are you sure?" I asked, "Can you reach the pedals?" He slid a little forward on the seat and put his foot to the pedals and answered that yes, he could reach them, but was I really, really sure? I leaned my head back and pretended to close my eyes and told him, "If you can reach and you think you can do it, I'm ready. Be sure to buckle up." He sat quiet for the loooongest time and asked once more, "Are you sure????" I couldn't take it any more. I howled with laughter, took the keys and told him, "Are you crazy? You can't drive!" He gave the biggest sigh I'd ever heard out of the little guy, and said, "Boy, I'm really glad you weren't going to let me drive. I don't remember how to get to the bowling alley!" We laughed for the longest time.
Every now and again, I toss Kevin the keys and ask him, "Are you gonna drive?" and he just cracks up and tells me that I'm evil. Of course now that he's 15, he's beginning to hound me about when he can get his permit. The tables have turned.
What a cutie.
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