There are always sacrifices one has to make as a parent. Especially the parent of a teenager. You don’t always get to do the things you want the way you want. But we can make these small sacrifices for the good of our children. After all, if we can’t do that, we don’t deserve to be parents.
The trifecta: weapon, ammo, and impaired judgement. Throw in a little domestic violence, and you have the perfect recipe for a family slaughter.
The problem with eating and driving, which I love to do, is not being able to employ the 10:00-2:00 hand position on the wheel. It’s a matter of public safety. But there’s always a sacrifice.