Lizzie has a boyfriend. She says its sort of, maybe. But they've been out twice this week and he picked her up and took her to and home from work, and it seems pretty definite to me.
And yes, he's 18 and drives a car. Which is ok, because she is 17 this year. Its not like she's 12 or anything. But still. She's the baby!
And its a loud car. A holden. When they took off in it I spied out the door and said to Lloyd, bloody hell – thats like something Daz would have driven at that age.
But when they were going out the next time and I was I questioning him on his safe driving skills (as you do), he told me it was noisy because it has a hole in the exhaust, not because he's a street racer or anything. And at least she can't sneak in home late because you can hear it coming a mile away.
But Daz is having some issues dealing with the fact that his girls are growing up. Last night while Lizzie and her boy were IN HER ROOM, getting ready to go out, I said to daz – go for a dog walk and check out the car. When I caught up with him later I said
did you check out the car
yep – I've got pictures of the car
jesus daz, what the hell – that makes you some kind of stalker
I checked out the tires as well, made sure they had good rubber on them
are you kidding me? what if they'd come out and seen you and Betty creeping around his car, taking photos!
I know you don't get much sleep when your kids are babies, but now mine are all out and about, driving in cars with boys, its much much worse.
I keep saying to daz – she's not 5 years old anymore. But he just can't believe it.