You know. Ruthy was afraid that I was gonna scare her by driving too fast. I told her she could drive if she was gonna be skeered.
But, I don't know what to do about this bridge thing. Maybe we need to just sit you talking to one of us so you don't notice we're bridging. :-)
Don't worry...I promise I'll do just fine.
But when I was little kid, we used to drive over an old country bridge on the way to my uncle's house and I used to cower in the floor board! (pre-seatbelt laws)