band camp

Part of my assignment for this two weeks is getting my freshman grandson to and from band camp each day. He made the comment to me as we were driving home this evening that next year he would begin to learn to drive. It reminded me of 28 years ago when my son got his driver's license. In the years before that blessed event my husband and I had taken the line that he would have to earn the money and buy his own car, none of this just handing him the keys to ours. But then came the realization that he could now drive his sister and himself to band practices. We handed over the keys to the oldest car faster than you could say "You buy the gas."