He took the 46 question test at the DMV today, and missed only three. Given the practice tests he's been taking, he scored best on the actual test. (Why can't he do this at school? I think to myself.) By the way, if any of you with kids have this event coming up, make an appointment at the DMV; the non-appointment line went around the building, but we walked right up to the counter.
So now I get to do the whole get-him-insured, teach-him-to-drive, get-my-car-repaired-every-so-often, worry-my-head-off thing. And somewhere, off in the distance, I can hear my mother.
Laughing. Her. Ass. Off.
P.S.: I left my computer for a few minutes while blogging. I came back and found this typed on my screen:
thank you for helping me with all of my driving stuff
--your son
--your son
Which is kinda cool.