Driver Says...

Today we broke out the Volvo's GPS for the first time on this trip to head to our friends the McGuires' home in Akron. We've used the GPS many times around RJ, but obviously it has been awhile since he has heard the car talk to us. As we were preparing to turn onto Highway 36 outside of Kirk, the GPS barked its order to turn left. RJ then said in a much sweeter voice than the GPS, "Dad, driver said to turn left." And so it went. For the rest of the trip, RJ would repeat the directions, being sure to insert "driver" for each direction.

My parents have always named their GPS systems, but we've just never done it. The closest we came probably was "Whozit." But now, thanks to RJ, I guess the GPS has a name now--Driver.