My eldest and most expensive child recently reached one of those teen milestones that parents often consider with a combination of dread and hopefulness. No, I’m not referring to her first solo trip to a beauty salon, from which she might return either lovelier than ever, or looking like an adolescent version of Pennywise the clown. I’m talking about earning her learner license to operate our largest and most embarrassing family vehicle while at least one parent develops advanced gluteal clenching skills in the front passenger seat.Although we have several driving academies in town, my daughter chose to complete her driver’s education through an online program (in between taking kissy face selfies).