Uther held on tight to his seatbelt, praying that he'd live through his wife's crazy driving. As much as he loves his wife, Ygraine's driving can be lethal. He's dead serious.
"Watch out for that dog!"
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeech!
"Don't worry Darling," he looked at her incredulously, of course he'd be worried when he's just one step closer to death's door! Any guy would feel the same! "Everything will be fine."
"Fine!? Watch out for that old lady!"
Screeeeech!
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Years later…..
Uther mentally face-palmed, his oldest is really like her mother.
"Watch out for that mail-post!"
Screeeeeeeech!
Morgause swerved to the right, making her and her father moved their upper body to the right side of the car. Meanwhile, Uther is holding on to the seatbelt like his life depended on it, like now.
"Don't floor it! Aaaaargh!"
Needless to say, Uther kissed the ground when it was over…. Or is it? He still has two more children, twins to be exact, and in a few years time they'll also be learning how to drive. Just thinking about it made Uther's hair gray and a bit bald.