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

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

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