Yesterday we borrowed my dad’s little two door truck. It’s a thirty-year old truck but very reliable. We had done some yard work and had many bags to throw at the dump site (city collections site).

The monkey sat between us on our way there. And he loved it. He tried to move the shift stick and the steering wheel too. He had never paid much attention to driving but this time, that’s all he wanted to do, to drive.

And now, he wants to sit in the front of the vehicles to touch the steering wheel every chance he can.

This may be something so typical, a little boy interested in driving. But in our household, when our son usually doesn’t notice the outside world, his interest in driving is astounding.

We are moving forward my monkey, at your own pace.