Me: Ummm James, which one of these is the gas pedal? While staring at the three petals at the floor.
James: Jamie. . . come on! Pausing while he slowly realizes I'm not joking. It's the one on the right. Sitting up straight and no longer looking so sleepy.
Me: Okay. Just checking... you have to get these things straight before you drive you know. Trying to downplay the fact that I m pretty sure I'll wreck our beloved Chitty Chitty Bang Bang truck as Elise calls it.
James: Why oh why did I ever marry you??? Okay, so he didn't say that and probably didn't even think it but he sure should have at this point!
To let you know how things ended up, aside from being really scared at first when I had to back out of the parking lot, I did just fine. James didn't get his nap in but that was more due to kids crying in the back seat than to my driving (at least that's what I'm telling myself). And in my defense, I haven't driven in months and months! And on top of that I've probably driven only around six times in the past four years! Plus driving in Turkey is different than driving in the States. So if you think about it I was actually doing great by even remembering that those things on the floor of the truck were pedals and that I made the truck go by pushing one of them.