Buddy's Day Today

I always love the mornings. I get to ride in the car to Taylor High School to drop off the last of the teenagers in the house. Finally there is one left, a teenager that is. Don't misunderstand me. I love her. I really do. However, she never lets' me sit in the front seat! I mean, she is the one getting out of the car after a 5 minute trip. I would sit in the seat there and back. I can see where it is we are going even thought I know where we are going. But she gets out! I would stay!

In the afternoons, I ride in the front seat to the school to pick her up. She comes out to the car and makes me get in the back. Why does she get to ride in the front seat to the school and from the school. Who is the important one in the family? Me! After all, I won't leave home when the fall comes. I am already so intelligent that colleges don't need me. I would set the grade standard too high for most people. Teenager, I hope you read this blog. I want to ride in the fron seat in the mornings and in the afternoons. You get the back.