You may recall that I've recently survived having my oldest child get her drivers' license.
The road has been a little bumpy, but we're surviving.
Less than a month later, my youngest child passed the test that let her get her drivers' permit. She's now behind the wheel, with her drivers' ed teacher ... and with me.
Tonight, she and I took the next step: we drove at night. In the dark. On city streets, where there are other cars.
And idiot motorcyclists who turn left cutting us off in our own lane.
And we, no SHE, made it through the trip with no mishaps.
I'm proud of her. And oddly, not the least bit surprised.
But I am a bit stunned that my babies are old enough to be behind the wheel of a car.