Yesterday afternoon I ran to the local craft store to pick up some supplies to make our traditional Thanksgiving crafts (which I will post tomorrow, so stay tuned.) As I was driving home through the back streets of Temecula, I spied a blue mini cooper buzzing along in front of me. It looked a lot like this mini that I blogged about a few days ago.
I pulled up along side of it at a stop light sure enough, my daughter was at the wheel. Funny that I would see her out on the road at that very moment. It was oh so tempting, but I didn't honk or roll down the window and yell -- I didn't want to be the person to distract her and cause her to do something rash. That would be tragic -- your own mother causing you to get a ticket, or even worse -- crash the mini cooper owned by the very nice driver's ed school.
So, I just rolled down the window and sat there smiling hoping that Claire would notice me. She didn't -- she kept her eyes on the road, which was quite comforting. Nice to know she's taking this driving thing seriously.
The light turned green, and off she went, traveling at the appropriate speed.
Why I cried as I saw her drive away, I'll never know. But I do know this -- teenagers sure do have an effect on your tear ducts.
(Is is "affect" or "effect"? I don't know that either. :)