... then Petra must be in France. She took an overnight sleeper-Ferry to the coast. First stop: Normandy.
I miss her something awful.
This fall Petra turns 16, and is therefore eligible to get her learner's permit.
You know, and drive a car.
Sheesh.
I had a dream this week that she got her permit. But something weird was going on. For one thing, she was strangely short... shy of four feet tall. As if she were 7 years old or so.
Other weird thing: she was driving a tricycle. This was, evidently, the vehicle for which she had the learner's permit.
And I? I was following her around saying, "You know, Petra, you can't go anywhere alone. Mommy has to go with you. Do you hear me? Mommy has to go with you!"
One week to go.
3 comments:
(((Mags)))
You're such a good mom. I'd say the training wheels are off for Petra!
lol. omg. are you serious? was that really your dream?? hehehe.
hmmm well I'd guess that a mother's desire to have her little girl stay sweet and small is every mother's dream.
I like the gact that she's riding 'trinitarian transportation"!
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