Yesterday I asked M if he had any ideas of where he’d like to go for a summer vacation, since he’ll have about 3 weeks between graduation and when his summer job starts.
“Me and my friends were thinking of going to Canada,” he replied rather hesitantly.
Huh? Let’s reality-check this one, shall we?
Friend 1, whose plan this appears to be, has had a driver’s license for less than 2 months, in which time he’s already managed to crash his mother’s car just driving to school. He has access to his mother’s car only when she’s overseas for work, her schedule is completely unknown after February, and her car is tiny.
Friends 2 and 3 don’t even have learner’s permits.
M is able to drive the gang around when I’m willing to lend him my car, and they would indeed all fit comfortably inside a Forester for a trip to Canada. However, E and I are still not confident enough in his driving abilities to let him drive the gang to the mall. While we may approve of mall trips by June, driving a few hundred miles to Canada is a whole different story.
None of them have any plan of where they might be able to stay, or how they’d rent a hotel room. None of them even have credit cards.
And finally, M will still be 17 then, while all his friends will be 18. Even if he didn’t have hassles crossing the border as a minor without a parent, he’d be stuck in the really awkward position of either being the designated sober driver for the entire time, or be the only one facing the legal risk of underage drinking. (Because really, a drinking age of 18 has got to be the main reason they’re thinking of Canada. Especially when the destination is phrased as vaguely as “Canada” and not any particular city or tourist area.)
Sometimes, it’s easy to say no.
Or, as E very succinctly put it when she heard the idea, “Ain’t happening.”