When I first learned to drive my father made me learn how to change a tire.   I remember thinking ‘you are NOT serious!’.   I was sure he hated me…for why else would he put me through so much physical exhaustion?   So, for about 2 hours….I struggled…me & my 90 pound frame… jacking up a car and struggling with lug nuts.  Covered in dirt and grease.  I bet he had a great laugh watching from the window.

While he wanted me to be prepared….my thought was…why don’t I just drive to a gas station and have them fix it?

Now that I have my own children to torture raise….I sorta see his point.  Although I’m not making them learn how to change a tire (because that’s why we have things like AAA…. and dads), I do have my girls maintain the vehicle and keep track of the air pressure.   Especially in cold weather, when…tires lose air.   This is my Middle Child filling up her tires which were 5-10 lbs. low.   And now I’m the one sadistically smiling in the window.
:)

*footnote:  I’m also very horrible because the girls also must fork out the dough on car maintenance…as well as filling out their own tax returns.
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