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He’s going to be sixteen on May 13th. He’s driving. He’s driving around on the twisty, turny West Virginia roads. I sit in the car beside him and look at that profile and see, not an almost-sixteen-year-old, no, I see a three-year-old in a Batman costume that he insisted on wearing for weeks on end, everywhere. I see three-year-old Batman running around Wal-Mart.
I see three-year-old Batman at the wheel of the car.
He sees me clutching, whiteknuckled, at the door on the passenger side of the car as he careens around a curve.
“I’m going under the speed limit!” he says.
“I know,” I tell him. “And you’re doing a good job. Really. Someday, you’ll have your own sixteen-year-old child driving your car and you’ll understand. You’ll understand that I don’t think you’re almost sixteen. I think you’re three. And you’re wearing a Batman costume. And three-year-old Batman is DRIVING THE CAR!!!”
When he takes out a mailbox on the side of the road because he drives so close to the edge, I’ll let you know.
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