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