In the next couple of weeks, my baby girl shall be leaving the building.
Maybe even to thunderous applause, who knows?
As Mrs Woog refers to it - she will be making her exit through the sun roof.
(Props to her brother who unfortunately abused the traditional exit so convincingly during his own birth
that he has rendered that route unavailable to any of his siblings.)
Also, a license to drive can be a dangerous thing.
Often it leads to this sort of business...