I know this is the second post today, but I just have to comment: I'm sixteen. In a week (or two, I'm not counting) I'll be seventeen. You would think that I would have experienced enough cognitive development by now to be able to be able prepare for a weekend trip without the list of things such as 'remember to tie your shoes' and 'don't run with scissors'.
Example: "J is a new driver. She's been driving for a while, so I'm sure you'll be fine (so why are you bringing it up?) but just remember what you already know (see last parenthesis), that statistically speaking teenage drivers get into a lot of car accidents because they get silly with their friends in the car. (Silence.) So don't get silly in the car, okay?"
Thoughts that run through my head:
I'm going to be learning to drive soon myself and expect that I'll remember J is a new driver just out of preemptive sympathetic fear.
And what makes you think I have control over being silly.
Me: "Okay." Meaning: I have heard what you have spoken and acknowledge it as probably sound advice but I'll admit it over my dead body.