licensed to thrill
D17, this is the *crack of dawn* shining on you as you leaped behind the steering wheel of Dad's little car ridiculously early this morning:
these are the three text messages you ecstatically sent me straight after your drive around the block with The Driving Licence Man:
Try 91 percent!
And he didn't even get me to do a parallel park!
"don't thank me, it's your driving"
this is the look on your face when the boys'n'i met you back at the car:
(please note: cool funky nike glasses, to be worn whenever you're behind the wheel, ok)
and this is your very own map of The Sunny Bay that i gotcha, cos like me, you're all at sea when it comes to directions:
yep, another Special Plate Moment, although i'm not sure you're home for dinner, cos the first words you said to me were, "mum, i'm gonna need the car tonight..."