Two hour professional driving lesson is complete, so Nikela's permit is officially activated.
15 minutes later she is headed to the mall with her father...expecting to drive.
I kissed Ron good-bye.
"You can start on my obituary..." he quipped as he walked down the sidewalk.
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Earlier we were standing in line behind a woman with a baby.
"Wow, where do the years do?" Ron commented as he watched the little bug snuggle into his mother's shoulder.
"Yeah...our baby is at her driving lesson," I murmured apprehensively.
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