i've driven about 2 and a half hours now.

This afternoon, this is what our household sounded like:

Mariah: Adam, adam, adam, adam.

Adam, adam, adam. ADAM. When are you gunna take me driving, when, when? Adam? Adam. Adam.

Amity: Daddy, daddy, daddy! DADDY! I want to go for a bike ride. Daddy! Daddy. Daddy! Bike ride, I want to go for a bike ride.

(Amity is currently learning how to ride a bike, she's pretty good at it so far.)

And then Addy went to the bathroom.
And when he returned, he was finally prepared to take me on the road.

Driving was fun.

Adam is a really good teacher, he's so calm and smart. I felt comfortable driving.

A couple of times i saw him tense a little bit, but thats fine.

I got home, and i got my mum to take me driving down erins street, because it's long and quiet.
And I was giggling the whole time. Which my mum didn't appreciate.
When we were driving home, she pulled the line "Take this seriously! 'Whats the worst that could happen?' I'll tell you the worst that could happen, we could crash into a car, and you'd have a DEAD MOTHER, and that would be on YOUR HANDS!!!!!"

And then i faced the window
to hide my giggling.
And then i felt a whack at the back of my head.
And i saw my mum was laughing too.

*Sigh*

I love pressure situations.
So people's shoulders shake from crying, some peoples shoulders shake from giggling.

I think I'd rather giggle.

Skipping church tonight, i already went this morning.
That and i left it too late to get changed from driving. Oh well.

Happy New Week, friends.