(After watching her remove one hand from the wheel several times to whisk a hair out of her face or scratch her cheek and repeated inquiries into ‘what the speed limit is’…….)

“Hey!…’Speedy McItchy”. ….keep BOTH hands on the wheel and slow down.”

“Sorry.  I can’t help it, for some reason I itch like crazy when I’m driving.”

“And slow down.  You’re going 40 in a 35.   If a cop sees you he’s going to pull you over.”

“No he won’t, there’s a 5 mph leeway.  They can’t stop you if you are 5 mph over.”

“Who told you that?”

Everyone knows that”

“So if everyone in front of you is going 35 and your going 40, who’s the cop going to stop?”

“I wouldn’t be going 40 if everyone was going 35….because then I’d hit someone….duh….And I want a better nickname.  Not Speedy McItchy.  Just Speedy is fine.”

“Sorry, no one’s going to call you ‘Speedy’.  You don’t need a nickname like that to live up to.”
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(Almost at the point where she can take the drivers test.  Ohio’s requirements include 50 hours driving with a parent.  We’re almost there…about 7 more to go.)

“Why can’t you just let me take the test and forget the rest of the hours?  Everyone I know didn’t complete the required 50 and their parents let them take the test.  It’s so dummmb.”

“If I let you do that…and you were to hit someone or kill someone….or yourself I would never ever forgive myself.”

“Point taken.  I guess I can’t argue with that.”
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