In most cases, there's a reason Mommy won't do X, Y, Z. Mommy would prefer Daddy didn't do them either, but there are times when it's good to have a more fearless, dare I say reckless, adult in the family.
Take driving. We have a driver (yes, you've heard plenty about the driver), but on Sundays or some evening functions Ian will drive. He's getting pretty good with the near miss and he's just a better driver than the guy we've hired ever will be. I really really prefer Ian's handling of the car.
This Sunday Ian and Katherine are off to Singapore for a few days. I realized yesterday when I checked their tickets that they leave at 11 a.m. Sunday morning, so they need to be at the airport by 9, leaving the house at 8:30. Typically we go to Mass at 9:30 Sunday mornings and I've never driven in India. I don't like the idea of hitting the streets by myself, not for the first time at least. There's also a potluck on Sunday evening, a going-away party for a Consulate family. I know how to get to both the church and the house, but when I passed the idea through the kids, Becca looked concerned.
It didn't take her long to point out all my driving deficiencies, not the least of which was how Daddy is willing to take chances and break rules on the road. When Daddy does it we make it to our destination and it doesn't take forever either. Daddy knows how to play the roads-with-no-rules game.
Her doubt as to my ability to adapt were plain to see.
Unfortunately she's also right.