Backseat Drivers Unite

Here I am trying to be a nice Aunt Kathy, but I fail again:  "Aunt Kathy is a backseat driver."  (Period within the quotation marks, thanks to Ben Franklin.)  Marisa asked me to give her a ride to her friend's house on Sunday.  I had driven half way up the block when I remembered that Marisa has her learner's permit.  She needs practice driving.  What better time to practice then a short drive in the neighborhood to a friend's house.  I pulled over and had to insist that she drive.  She was extremely resistant. (Wait--spell check, oh no, it's not in my dictionary.  Is it an "a" or an "e"--I just don't know.  Did Ben say we had to put periods inside the parenthesis or out?)  Anyway, she finally got into the driver's seat and she did very well.  Everyone knows how I feel about my stuff--I'm very protective, but I only clutched the door handle three times.  Ok, maybe four.  When we turned on the street her friend lives on, she got so close to the cars on the right that I had a terrible flashback of my first attempt at driving with Dad.  I scraped the car on the right, because I got too close.  So I made a small, tini, tiny comment that she was a little close on the right and I told her about my first accident.  She parked the car, scraping my tires on the curb and told me I was a terrible back seat driver.  Now I know we Van Houten's cannot stand criticism of any sort, but shouldn't the older ones get a gimmi against the younger ones and shouldn't the younger ones not do it to the older ones.  Just a thought.