…that here in the desert when kids turn 15.5 years old they can go take a test, and if they pass that test, they can drive?
On real, live streets?
Is that normal?
They do have to have a licensed driver with them until they get their real license when they turn 16, but wow, back in the olden days I had to take driver’s ed. before I got to drive. That was probably a good thing because I failed the driver’s test on my 16th birthday even after taking driver’s ed. But I digress…my sad little sixteen-year-old self who had to redeem herself the next day isn’t the actual reason for this post.
It’s just to say I’m amazed at this whole driving business.
And although I will admit to some serious white knuckles and some right-foot-stomping-for-the-non-existent-brake-on-the-passenger’s-side while Max is driving, I think it’s awesome they trust the parents to teach their kids to drive.
I have to say that I think I was more excited than he was when he walked out of that test with a big smile stretched across his face cause he knew he passed.
And that’s saying a LOT, because he was pretty darn excited.
Elle came with us for the test and we were all cracking up at how they made him pose to get his picture taken for the permit because he’s so darn tall:
Yeah, I like this arrangement.
The countdown has begun…can’t wait ‘til he can help me drive carpools when the real-deal license comes along.
Until then, we’re sure having fun letting him chauffer us around town.
I’m sure going to miss having him and all these kids around since they head back to school today. We are going through the back-to-school blues around here.
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