Cribs and Carbeds. GO-carts and Big Wheels. Skateboards and snow boards. The “L” and the bus.
I can totally handle the Red Line. The 145 Express. I can even handle my guy traipsing down our city streets. We as Chicagoans must learn to navigate, it is almost a right of passage.
But the car? The automobile? Mr. Ford? Misters Benz, Daimler and the automotive gang are now my enemy.
Yes, I can look at it as having my own personal chauffeur, but I don’t want to! The one I used to diaper, and sing long lullabies to is now behind the wheel! I can not help that it has me distressed.
He is a good driver, and so darn cute … but he’s still my baby and always will be.