Before the day of this photo, my kids have only ever ridden in a gravity-powered version of this kiddie-jeep. At our last block party, they sped down the hill shrieking – and guarded jealously by the older kids – in glee. This battery-powered contraption was a whole different sort of thrill. Over Thanksgiving, both kids got a chance to drive the two jeeps belonging to my in-laws’ neighbors. And Wow. I could almost see the sense of confidence and power wash over them as they realized that pushing a foot down made the car GO. If was fun watching them zip (okay, putt) around the deserted street. But boy has the pit in my stomach started to nestle in and grow as I picture them getting behind the wheel of a car in just over a decade.
Parenthood is pain. Don’t argue with me on that one.
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