First Time Driving Solo

. . . . and we aren't talking about Bo or me either.

While in Washington, Carter learned to drive! Okay not really. He obviously can't reach the gas pedal or brakes, but he actually is pretty good at steering. We live on a farm, away from the city streets, so a couple of times he was able to sneak up onto Grandpa's lap, or mine, and drive the last few hundred yards or so home. I also blame the driving lawn mower on tempting Carter to want to drive already. It actually was probably the main reason and force behind which Carter learned to drive.

ANYWAYS. . . one day, just before coming back to Texas (we're back by the way), My Dad, Bo, and Carter went out to some fields out in the middle of nowhere to do some soil testing. Apparently Carter didn't want to go out in the field, which was wheat and as tall as him, and thus not to enjoyable, so he stayed in the stick shift truck by himself. That's right. A STICK SHIFT pick-up. What, mind you, would ANY KID do, who is in love with driving as much as Carter is, if left in a vehicle?

You guessed it.

It just so happened that while Bo and my Dad were out in the field, busy with the soil, and not very close to the truck, that my Uncle Garth was out in the same field, working in a tractor. Luckily he was out of the tractor working on something at the edge of the field when Bo heard him start hollering and running after the pickup which had started to GO DOWN THE HILL.
Carter apparently knows how to move the stick, or change the gears. Fantastic. No worries. Uncle Garth was able to quickly get in the truck and stop it before it continued to go too far down the hill.

So there you have it. Carter has already had his first time driving solo. And you'd think he'd have been a little scared. Nope. He loved every minute of it.

Disclaimer: I made this face ON PURPOSE. I was trying to portray my annoyance with the whole driving obsession. My sister in law says I nailed it.