Sunday, March 4, 2012

A message about teen drivers & arriving alive and really old..

As a parent I am sometimes torn between sending the "right" message and the practical message. For instance, you can see from the picture that my son listened to the "right" message. The speed limit is 75. He will not exceed it even when he knows that I believe in my heart that the posted speed is merely a suggestion. When I look slightly disappointed about it he purses his lips and, without taking his eyes off the road says curtly, "Mom... just let me drive."

So our little 2 hour and 45 minute trip will take us about one billion hours. I think I just felt my hair get gray-er...

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