Thing #3 and the Better Half
It's been ten years since I've had a 16-year-old kid in the house. But history repeat itself for the third time yesterday when Thing #3 hit the benchmark. It's been long awaited. It's been highly anticipated. She is THE youngest in her class...by quite a bit. Therefore the last to get her Learner's Permit. As we drove to the licensing center all I kept thinking was how
funny horrible it would be if somehow the current federal government shutdown trickled down to the local DMV! (Okay, it's a day later and that possibility STILL makes me laugh)
You need a physical, you need an eye test, you need to answer a written test with 18 questions (you are allowed three wrong). Seriously? 18 freakin' questions with a margin of error of 3 and you can get behind the wheel of a death machine? Well, Thing #3 emerged with her driver's permit. But she DID get one question wrong. And HERE is the difference between being a parent, and being a teenager...
Moi: I don't think you should drive if you got a question wrong!
Teenager: It was a stupid question!
Moi: Maybe you gave a stupid answer!
Teenager: It asked "While driving, if you see children on the sidewalk or curb, what should you assume?"
a. Children are high intellectual creatures and KNOW the rules of safety..they would NEVAH, EVAH, EVAHHHHHH jump in front of your car
b. They are morons. They will jump in front of your car just to freak you out, or because they think it would make for a cool Facebook Status to say "Today I was a hood ornament".
c. (quite honestly...option #3 doesn't even matter)
Moi: What did YOU assume?
Teenager: "I" ASSUME kids are smart.
Moi: "I" assume kids are MORONS unless proven otherwise....and thank you for proving my point.
I think that is truly the defining criteria to realizing you have morphed from kid to adult, the attainment of that little bit of knowledge "kids are morons and do some pretty crazy sh*t without thinking". But I do have to give Thing #3 some credit, she didn't even ASK me if she could drive home. THAT has always been the Better-Half's turf because I assume, and the Better Half KNOWS...I would wind up
jumping out into the traffic resulting in a hood ornament Facebook status message of my own.
Here's where I'm linking up today ..."The Party's On"