My daughter, realizing she needed a few last-minute school supplies and a few other cosmetic/facial/hair/nail/chewing gum necessities, asked me to take her to Walgreen's. It was a beautiful night - perfect temperature, low humidity, full moon. It was clear she was excited for the new school year ahead.
But as she got out of the car, she turned and delivered a blow:
"Dad, do you realize that next week I get my learner's permit?"I'm not sure which was scarier: the fact that this was my third and final trip around this block with a child, or the fact that soon the next time we'll be driving together to Walgreen's, it'll be for my Depends undergarments.