Caller id says it's Watt calling, which means it's Jake who's carrying Watt's phone, which I know, but forget and so am flicked through a small translation cycle when my hello is answered with "Hi Mom." He is calling to report himself safely at his gate, waiting to be called to board. My baby at LAX, navigating just fine, from taxi to check-in, through security to concourse and gate. He's fine, of course he is. He is a deep well of capability. There is absolute calm in my belly concerning him. He's had a grand adventure. I ask about the previous day's drive back from San Francisco to LA. It was good he said. He drove a couple of hours himself. And Mom, he said, I only almost killed us once.