"Then don't give him the car to drive," Isha answered.
"Everything is so black and white to you," Rosh retorted irritated, "How do I say no without breaking his self-confidence?"
"By just saying no," she looked up at him from her sewing, "until you are satisfied that he can drive safely. Better safe than sorry."
"Yea," Rosh hesitated, "but he's got his driving license now. If an independent assessor has given the green signal, and I stop him now, I become the bad guy. Also, I don't really want him to doubt his ability."
"I was reading of a young man once," she replied, "who had just gotten his driving license. He asked his father, who was a minister, if they could discuss his use of the car."
"I'll make a deal with you," said his father, "You get your grades up, study the Bible diligently, and get your hair cut. Then we'll talk about it," she paused.
"None of these benchmarks apply to us," said Rosh, "But I get your point. What happened to your young man though?"
"After months had passed," answered Isha, "and he came through with flying colors in his grades, he went back again to his father and asked if they could discuss his use of the car now."
"I've been real proud of you, my boy," said his father, "You've got your grades up. You've studied your Bible diligently. But you didn't get your hair cut!"
"Yea Dad," the young man replied, "I've been thinking about that. You know, Samson had long hair, Moses had long hair, Noah had long hair, and even Jesus had long hair...."
"Yea?" interrupted his father, "and they walked everywhere they went. Sorted!"