Modus operandi

Today was Graham's first day of what I remember calling "freedom."
Last night we took a jaunt to Houston to pick up the car that his Nana purchased for him. We weren't quite ready to set him free in the Houston traffic so Mike went shot gun with him on the way home. I must say that Graham kept his composure quite well. He was cool as a cucumber all evening. I think I was wigging out right about his age, ready to drive all day, everyday. I've noticed lately that Graham has been taking his age and new privileges in great stride, which is not a bad thing.

Anyways, this morning he was off to seminary on his own, in a car. He even had a friend call this week (before Graham even got his license) asking for a ride to seminary and school so he didn't have to take the bus. Brave and loyal friend! What an experience it must have been. I wish I could remember all the details of my first solo!

We heard nothing all day, assuming all went well with this morning. Then, there was the afternoon...

Mike got a call from Graham saying that his battery was dead and his car wouldn't start. He was going to try to find someone with jumper cables. He did and managed to make it home ok. We were a bit bummed, assuming that this car already needed a new battery and goodness, what next?! Until he got home and delivered the news that he realized he left his lights on all day.

DUH! I should have known. After all, he is my stepson. Leaving the lights on and or the radio blaring while the car is shut off is my MO. So let's not be too hasty and judgmental people, we all have our flaws. Fortunately, Graham is male and it usually only takes a guy one time to figure out that particular flaw the hard way and never let it happen again. How is that?!

So at this very moment, Graham is giving his baby a good wash down. I think the freedom is sinking in slowly, but surely.