Bad Hippie, No Patchouli!

It's official, folks. I'm now the mother of a teen driver. The Beavis earned his temporary driver's license this weekend, and took to the mean streets of Mayberry-on-Acid, U.S.A. in the soccer mobile to practice his technique:

Beavis says: "I actually think it's pretty awesome that I have my temps now, but there is no way in hell I'm going to let my dorky mom know that!"

So, now I get to ride shotgun while The Beavis learns to take turns at a reasonable speed and park in parking lots full of cars. And oh, the hills! The big practice hill is coming up soon. Will he get the car up it if we start from a full stop at the bottom? It kinda freaks me out that I'm going to be the one to find out the answer to this question.

And I thought it was a milestone when I sent him away to orchestra camp...for a whole week. Or when we sat in the ER with his first broken bone...and sat there again six months later with another sports-related break. Or when his high school orchestra traveled to ITALY to perform. That was pretty scary stuff, but it didn't involve moving vehicles and other potential life-threatening hazards. This driving stuff takes the cake in the "mom is really freakin' worried now" department. I think I may have to take out stock in Clairol if I want to survive the next couple of years with blond hair!