Driving: he can handle anything, just not that

So Evan drove me to the store today. We took the freeway for a couple of miles in order to avoid construction. It was a peaceful Sunday late morning and traffic was light. Merging onto the freeway was a breeze. I showed Evan how to turn on the cruise control.

He sat there behind the wheel, cruise control adjusting the speed, with a few cars well ahead of us and being passed periodically by others.

"I don't know why I was nervous about driving on the freeway. This is easy."

"Well, it is a little more stressful when traffic is heavy."

"I can do it though. Letting people merge in and out. Don't you think I can do it? I'm a good driver."

"Maybe a little over-confident."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you think you are a bit better than you are, but you are doing okay."

We got the groceries (well, I got the groceries while Evan sat in the car and talked on the phone.) He drove home. Getting out of the store's parking lot requires driving down a short curved road.

"You turn left here."

"I know."

"You should have your turn signal on."

"I can't turn it on now!"

"Why not?"

"I'm turning!"

Yep...he is definitely ready for heavy duty freeway traffic. Maybe I will let him drive us into The City during rush hour.