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

“Steven Randel, what do bạn 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 năm old how to drive?” I look at Joey in the passenger seat, grinning like mad.

“Yeah.” I answer. “It’s a life skill.”