I attended a class last night. It was a special parenting class to help me train my child to drive. Notice that I said “child”, not “adult”–not even “young adult”.
I just don’t know if I am ready to place my barely teenage son behind the wheel of a two ton weapon of mass destruction. The class didn’t really help. The instructor ended the class with a 20 minute description (complete with photos!) of the horrific accident her teenage son was involved in within the last year.
I have already told my son that he cannot drive until he is 18, but I am checking out all the options behind the scenes. I have until tonight to decide. That’s when I can sign him up for the part of the course that involves driving the skid car.
I am sure he will never forgive me if he misses this chance.