So each summer in college I went to my sister's house outside Portland and played nanny while she worked on her Ph.D. The first summer I was there, my niece was almost three and my nephew was 1.5. I would take them places in my sister's car all the time. Unfortunately, the car was a stick shift, and I had never driven one before. That should have stopped me, but it didn't....and the consequences were horrible.
I stalled. A lot.
Stopping on a hill was impossible--so I avoided that at all costs.
|Note: Yelling at street signs isn't quite as effective as one might hope.|
|Eggs are supposed to be good for your hair, right?|
I had stalled about a million times on the way there. I'm sure the kids had whiplash getting jerked around so much. Thank goodness for the five point harnesses, or else they may have fallen out.
When we pulled up to the pool and I finally turned off the car, I looked in the backseat and there was my niece with a completely relieved look on her face. Then, with the most excitement I've ever seen a two year old in a five point harness muster up, she yelled:
You know you're a bad driver when a two year old is cheering for you.
Anyone else have a hard time learning a stick? Share your story (so I don't feel so bad)
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