I’ve neglected to inform you (most likely because I have been in deep denial) but KT started taking Driver’s Training a couple weeks ago. It’s been all nice and safe. She has been learning very important things such as the importance of seat belts and what the different colors on traffic lights mean. Yet, it seems that they want to go a step further. They want to um….actually take these kids on the road…with the kids driving!
For this to happen, each child needs a very important piece of paper called a “learners permit”. Fortunately, the timing has been working out so that there was no possible way we could fit in a trip to the DOL. KT has been busy, I left town…until yesterday.
Right after school we hopped in the car and headed to the nearest DOL Office. We took a number and waited our turn while KT frantically studied her driver’s handbook. When they finally called our number, KT jumped up and nearly ran over to the window. We had everything in order except for having her birth certificate. We were informed that we could get the permit without it, but it wouldn’t have her picture on it and therefore couldn’t be used as an ID. We thought about it for a moment, then decided that she didn’t really need a valid ID for anything at this stage in her life. (She does have a photo student ID). Our clerk just sighed and muttered about how he had tried his best. I’m not quite sure how, but we soon found ourselves headed back towards home to get KT’s birth certificate.
We lucked out with traffic and managed to get back, with proof of birth in hand, in record time. Our clerk had told us to just come back to his window instead of waiting for a number again. He just beamed at us for doing things the “right” way. When I told this very nice man that as a government worker, he was supposed to be cranky and irritable, he just laughed. Then he went on to tell us that that people are always amazed when he tells them his former career. Then he revealed that for twenty-five years he was in the military… in Special Forces…as a sniper. My imagination certainly went wild with that one!
The moment finally arrived and KT had her magic piece of paper. Of course, she immediately asked for the keys. I just laughed at her. The only time KT has driven was about a year ago. She practiced parking in the high school parking lot. Despite my encouragement to just drive around and get a feel for the car, all she wanted to was get the car perfectly in between the two lines. (She is so Shaun’s child!)
I drove her to a nearly empty church (I figured we needed all the good vibes we could get) that had a driveway going completely around it. So we drove around and around practicing various stops and techniques. Finally, I told her to pull into the street and drive down into the next strip mall parking lot. She panicked for a moment, but then did as I had suggested. Then, I let her drive through a fast food window. She was so excited to order her own food for the first time ever.
Then I let her drive us home. She was bouncing off the walls with glee when she ran in to tell her dad what she had done. Somehow she managed to sweet talk him into letting her drive him to the store for anything that he might need. (I had to choice but to go as I was still sitting in the MomMobile still trying to pry my fingers loose from the door handle)
When she pulled back into our driveway, KT informed us that she was going to need her own set of keys pretty soon…like that’s going to happen any time soon…