My baby is winging her way across the country right now. Okay, okay – she’s not really a baby. She’s 18 years old.
She’s flown solo many times. To attend a Civil Air Patrol powered flight encampment (where she was learning to fly airplanes, rather than just ride in them), to attend a CAP leadership encampment, and to attend Summer Seminar sessions at both the
Still, this marks the first time she’s gotten on an airplane by herself and will be disembarking not into the able hands of a responsible adult, but into the hands of several other 18 year olds.
Me: Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.
Daughter: Of course I won’t.
Me: You know, that leaves you an awful lot of options.
Daughter: Stunned silence.