My afternoon errands will include taking Big Brother to the DMV for his learner's permit. He has to bring all sorts of documents that prove he is a teenager, not a terrorist: school ID, report card, birth certificate, Varsity letter and a note from the principal.
OK, I am making a couple of those up. But it sure does feel like we're gathering up a whole lot of nonsense here.
Or maybe I'm just getting old, now that my "baby" is turning 7 and my first baby is going to learn to drive.
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