Last week, I gathered the required paperwork and headed to the DMV. And waited. There was LOTS of waiting.
|waiting to check-in|
|he was more than a little thrilled when my phone died so I couldn't take more pictures.|
Our patience paid off because it was finally our turn. He walked over and sat down at his assigned computer. Fifteen minutes later, I saw him give a WHOO HOO motion and walk over to the counter.
HE PASSED!! And his bragging rights? He got every.single.question correct.
That's right.. He aced the test that I had to take more than once before passing. But I didn't mention that to him because I would NEVER hear the end of it.
He called absolutely everybody in his phone's address book to tell them the good news. And if you see him? I guarantee that he will whip out his wallet to show you his permit. He'll also probably ask you if he can drive your car.
Speaking of which, we had our first lesson The car was FULL of emotions: excitement on his part and anxiety on mine. I couldn't believe that my little boy was ready to get behind the wheel of a real car.
I took him to the high school parking lot since it was big and empty. We went over a few simple guidelines and off we went.
Aside from hitting the brakes too quickly, he did great. I heard the quote of the night while he practiced parking..
|"I feel like a professional. I think I need a helmet!"|