Dad drove all the way into the city that night to get me.

But, one day after work, my dad drove him to our house and he ate dinner with us.

Her dad drove them over to the high school and stopped under a bright light in the parking lot.

"Mom and Dad drove four hours from home, picked up my grandma along the way, kind of like one nice, little happy family."

I took the trolley car or my dad would drive me.

He said my dad could drive us there, but he's not in the mood for hanging around.

Dad, still in his dress whites, drove Mark and me to the accident scene.

Her dad, in turn, drives the car himself as a b'day present for the driver.

Dad can drive the half-hour from his house in Orange County to the hospital.

Mom stayed home and Dad drove a yellow cab at night, but he always stuck around for dinner.