We left a car at the dealership today for an oil change. They called to say it was done and Dalton was sitting between us. I looked at Dalton and told him that I needed him to ride up there with his dad and drive my van home.

He moved over directly in front of me, took me by the shoulder and said, "This might be hard for you to hear . . . but I'm just 8 . . . and I can't drive because I don't have a driving license."

I wanted to ask if the license was the only thing keeping him from doing it, but I let it go.