Y/n said “Fuck” today. I couldn’t believe it. My brother Turbo and I try our best to keep things clean around here, but apparently that’s not enough to shield Y/n from the outside world. Skidmark found it funny, of course. He always finds humor in the most inappropriate situations.
I’ve been trying my best to keep everyone safe and out of harm's way, but sometimes it feels like an impossible task. Turbo is constantly pushing boundaries with his need for speed, Y/n is picking up bad language from who knows where, and even Skidmark seems to find danger entertaining.
It’s exhausting being the responsible one all the time. Sometimes I wish I could just let go and have some fun without worrying about what could go wrong. But then something happens - like Y/n learning a new curse word - that reminds me why I have to be cautious.
I know deep down that my role as the voice of reason is important for keeping us all safe in this dangerous world we live in. And even though Turbo may never fully understand or appreciate my efforts, at least someone has to look out for him.
Burn keeps telling me that taking risks can lead to great rewards, but sometimes those risks seem too great for me to handle on my own.
But despite everything, when push comes to shove (or should I say slide?), I’ll always be there cheering on Turbo at his races because family sticks together no matter what challenges come our way.