He got his driver’s license (level one of the graduated driver’s license in West Virginia) today.
He passed the test. I said, “Great.” :no:
I spent the morning gathering documents to make sure he could get the driver’s license. I spent days earlier in the week dealing with other details, getting his school enrollment card signed, etc. I spent time at the DMV a month ago standing in line 20 minutes to get the study manual so he could prepare for the test. I looked up the website to find where he could take a practice test online. I took a chunk of writing time out of my day today to pick him up at school at lunchtime and take him to the DMV.
While we were sitting at the DMV, I said, “You know, we could just go home.” Home. And put him in a cradle. Or a stroller. Anywhere but behind the wheel of an automobile.
He said, “Why would we go home?”
I said, “Because I have no idea why I have gone to all this trouble to help you do something I don’t want you to do.”
He said, “Because this is what you’re supposed to do.”
I said, “I know………”
That doesn’t mean I have to like it, does it?