Tuesday,  May 29, 2012 • Vol. 12--No. 320 • 6 of 36 •  Other Editions

Driving Me Bonkers

• Love comes in many forms.  The love for your spouse is much different than the love for your child, which is different from the love for a pet, which is different from the love of a friend.
• However, if you put all of them in a burning building and could only save

one, most parents would choose their child, hands down.  This is the most powerful kind of love.
• This kind of love is most evident the day your teenager gets a learner's permit.  As the parent, it is now your responsibility to allow your kid, the one who insists on repeating internet memes and splitting infinitives, to sit behind the wheel of a moving 3-ton vehicle while you sit in the passenger seat willingly channeling your inner crash dummy.
• We do this out of love for our children.
• The question is:  Why on earth do some people become driver education teachers?  They deserve a medal.  They do this for other people's children!  They must be missing some vital nerve to be able to do that!  They are superhuman, maybe even part robot!  Or perhaps they simply want to die, but they like surprises.
• Fortunately for them, there is one advantage that driver education teachers have that parents do not.  That is the all-important brake pedal on the passenger's side of

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