Our sixteen-year-old son is learning how to drive a car.
A sixteen-year-old. And my car.
And, unfortunately, I have to teach him. There are no do-overs or reset buttons when learning how to drive and this scares the hell out of me. I would rather have a colonoscopy—and I’m speaking from experience here–than be a passenger with a teenager behind the wheel. Don’t get me wrong, I do like the kid and he is way high on the responsibility bell curve for his age, but what is that really saying? He is one of the best of the worst drivers? Why are Carolyn and I allowing him to pursue his license? I would rather have him be driving than sitting in a passenger seat with another teenager at the wheel. But I’ve also concluded that teenage drivers should have their own lane on the highway with barricades on each side. Just like bowling: no gutter balls allowed. (more…)