Austin needed gas, so we had to zigzag from downtown to Coshocton Ave. Austin has been on Coshocton Ave. dozens of times, but never zigzagged from downtown. My mother, who was born in Mt. Vernon, was in the backseat with us.
Me, as he starts the car: Do you know where we are now?
Austin, veering right out of the exit: Yes.
Me: It’s a left.
A few minutes later, heading down Vernondale Dr.
Me, again: Do you know how to get home from here?
Austin: Yes. Even if I didn’t, you’d tell me if I made a wrong turn. And if you missed it, your mother get it.
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