Monday morning I was trying out a new route to drive Charlie to school that, Jim reported, had taken them a mere 34 minutes on Friday.
We indeed zipped along for the first 20 minutes then, after getting onto a state highway lined with commercial establishments and chain stores of every possible kind, we sat. It wasn't as bad as the bumper-to-bumper congestion on Thursday that had made me feel quite glad I'd brought the iPad in the car. But I could tell we weren't going to meet Jim's time.
I do lack Jim's Jersey roads knowledge and driving prowess in general (Jim was once a taxi driver in NYC, in the 70s). I had gotten into the right lane thinking we could make our way along there and then have no need to cut across lanes of traffic to make the right turn towards Charlie's school when the right road cmae up.
Then I realized that the lane we were in was 'exit only.'
As I was slowing down and looking to the left to get back into the line of cars, Charlie said 'no, no' from the back, telling me that, yes indeed, this was not the place to make a right turn.
My eyes remained on the traffic as we now had to get ourselves back into the line of cars. There was a small gap and I quickly edged the white car into it, waving at a oncoming car which had to slow down to accommodate us.
'Sorry, sorry!' said Charlie.
Pretty much what I was attempting to say with my waving-arm-gesture.
This boy knows where we are going.
Yes, our boy has come a very long way, too.