Dear Ann Landers,
Whenever my mother is in the car and I am driving, she bugs me until I am ready to flip out. It's Watch out for those kids, Billy. You're awfully close to that car ahead, Billy! The fellow behind you is going to pass you, Billy. You're going too fast. Use those mirrors. Watch that light! I've been driving for two years and I've never had an accident, a ticket, or even a warning. I am a much better driver than my mother, and most of my friends are better drivers than their mothers, but we all get bugged just the same. I beg you to say something in your column about this, Ann Landers. Think back to when you were a teen-ager-or did they have cars in those days?-Flint, Mich.

Dear Flint,
That last line is not likely to get me on your side, kid, but I'll happily say a word in behalf of teen-agers who have good safety records. A yelling mother can destroy the confidence of a teen-age driver. Moreover it is dangerously distracting to have someone barking orders. Please, mothers, remember that Junior is out of rompers. His eyes and reflexes are probably better than yours.