Who's Child Is THIS?

Yesterday, I picked up The Girl at what I thought was her lunch break--early day out really messes with me.  I took her to the Driver Licenses Division of the DMV.  I paid the fee, she took the test.

She passed and was given her permit.  On the way out the door I asked her if she wanted to drive us back home or go straight back to school.  She said...wait. Are you sitting down?  OK.  I'll wait. 

She said, "No, I think I'd rather learn to drive when there are no other people on the road."

Between my own guffaws, I told her that there will never be a time when no people are on the roads, and that she needs to just jump in with both feet.  That is how she will learn.

"No," she said again. "I don't want to have my first lesson when I have time constraints."

Oh, my goodness.  WHO is this girl?  She cannot come from my genetic pool, obviously.

Later yesterday afternoon--the weather was perfection itself, by the way--I asked her again.  "You want to have a lesson now while things are so great outside?"

"Nope.  I'm going do some stuff on the computer."

I cannot understand her.  I believe this might be the biggest generation gap we have yet experienced.  The Boy, meanwhile, is asking me from the other room if he could have his sister's lesson instead.  That might be the more difficult of the two issues here.