backseat driver for hire!
I don’t know whose idea it was to teach Jackson the difference between a red light and a green light (ahem, mine, I think) but I was seriously regretting it last week in the car when Jackson about chewed my head off for turning right on red. I tried to explain to him that it’s okay to do that as long as there aren’t any cars coming, but he’d hear none of it. Apparently my reputation had already been ruined after he caught me making a rolling stop (at a deserted 4-way stop sign, I promise!).
He’s also quite good at instructing other drivers, like yesterday when a little blue mustang whipped around me and when racing up the on ramp and Jackson yelled “Hey, where’s the fire, buddy!”
Can you tell he rides with me?