Ethan's handiwork

Ethan and I went home teaching the other day over to the Fenton's house and afterwards I let him drive to get some practice in.  Well, here's the result of that practice.  Looks like we'll need a new garage door.  It was so funny because he had come to a complete stop at the middle of the driveway and then started inching his way closer to the garage door.  In fact, I was about ready to get out when he came to his initial stop, but then he kept going.  I was confused as to what he was doing and he kept pressing the gas instead of the brakes.  I was in disbelief as the big crash roared through the house and as Nichole and the rest of the gang came rushing out to see what had just happened.  Poor Ethan, he felt so bad afterwards.  All he could do was laugh in shock and gaze in wonder.

This incident reminded me of kind of the same thing I did when I was a little kid.  While on a family vacation in Nags Head, North Carolina and visiting the beach there, our family went to one of the go-cart race tracks.  I think I was about 12 or 13 at the time.  I was having a blast on the go carts until I came to the end of the race.  Upon entering the completion of the turns, the worker flagged me in only to see me whiz by him.  As I was coming into the end and passing the flagger up, I kept pressing on the gas instead of the brakes and went right through their gate. (haven't all of us done this at some point?)  I remember the workers being so mad at me for destroying their fence and possible damage to the go-cart, but because I was so young, they didn't do anything to me.  Hmm, it just dawned on me that maybe they charged my dad for the damage.  Well, if they did, I am now paying it back as I get to pay for a new door because of Ethan. (or maybe I should take it out of his allowance, or as Ethan would say, "what allowance?")