"Elder Statesman"
Dad and I were walking slowly and talking in the school parking lot, leaving my kid's hockey game.
My newly drivers licensed daughter drove near, waved, drove off.
"How are you with all that-with her driving now?"Dad asked.
"It's <EXPLETIVE> terrifying; she's doing good. It's just me, worrying."I replied.
"We used to worry about the same on you; hm. If memory serves, you still owe me a mailbox and a 83 T-Bird side mirror."