Oh, and I really must share this story about Iago - some of you live for these stories. On Friday, we decided to meet Husband at
Old Bag of' Nails for dinner. This was a mistake, as it is an Irish Pub the night before St. Patrick's Day. It was crowded and they filled the aisles with these urchins doing Irish folk dancing and passing a hat around for donations. Too bad my purse was at home and I don't carry cash anyway.
I also ordered the broiled Tilapia, trying to be good, and discovering how much I really hate fish. Husband shared one of his breaded shrimp with me and I was so disappointed I hadn't ordered my usual. But, I saved calories by not eating most of my dinner - I ate wild rice and broccoli and only a few bites of the fish.
The real story, however, was on the drive to the restaurant. I asked Iago to drive the van so that we didn't have to change the seating position, the mirrors, etc. Even though we've eaten there many times, I had to provide Iago with directions (it's a route with only one right turn and one left turn).
As we backed out the driveway, Iago said, "Oh, I need to tell you what I told [Husband]. I don't look behind me until I'm out of the garage, so if you park in the driveway, you had better tell me. [Husband] parked in the driveway and didn't tell me and I was backing out and almost hit his new car."
Seriously? You don't look before you back out of the driveway? What the hell is wrong with you? We have kids who play in the neighborhood! (This is in my brain. I can't say all this out loud immediately. . . though I do get to it later.)
Me: "You really need to look before you back out. There could be kids."
Iago: "In our driveway? Other people's kids? Why would they be in our driveway? And if they are, that's their fault. They shouldn't be in our driveway."
What is wrong with you??? Kids play. They don't care about artificial boundaries. Oh, god, you're going to back over one of them someday.
Me: "You need to look out the back before you back out of the garage."
Iago: "I'm just telling you that if you park in the driveway, you should tell me. If I hit your car and you didn't tell me, it's your fault."
Why do we let you drive? You clearly don't have enough responsibility. And we let you have our children in the car.
Me: "No. You need to look before you back out of the driveway. If you hit something, it's your fault. What if you run over someone in the driveway?"
Iago: "They shouldn't be in our driveway."
Me: "No, you are required to look before you back up. That's part of driving."
I could continue, but at this point, I wasn't getting through to him. Husband and I talked later and we had the same thoughts, but neither of us feel we really got through to Iago. So now if we park in the driveway and he is leaving the garage, we need to make sure we tell him so he doesn't hit our car. How dumb is that?
It comes as no surprise that Husband was concerned when we made the decision that Iago would get to drive Husband's new Camry home while we took the van and stopped at the grocery store on the way home. Husband cringed the whole time Iago was backing out of his parking space, but breathed a sigh of relief as Iago made the difficult left-hand turn to head home. Iago even texted Husband to let him know he made it home safe and sound. I saw Husband's shoulders visibly relax when he got that text.