This morning, I died a little inside.
I heard the words I have been dreading for more than a month – or more like for more than two years.
“I finished driver’s ed. Can you make me an appointment to take the permit test … TOMORROW???”
But not for the reasons you might think. Notbecause I can’t bear the thought of my baby girl being old enough to drive.
And not because I am panicking at the idea of my precious cargo getting behind the wheel of a deadly weapon.
Not even because the person sitting in the death seat of that metal monster will be yours truly.
It’s because in my state, you can’t even attempt to take the written test to get a permit until you have paid for a driver training class.
Yes, my friends. You must shell out anywhere from $250 (if you are can find a bargain) to $600 IN ADVANCE so the Department of Motor Vehicles is assured that she won’t prematurely take the wheel without a guarantee of official lessonage.
Which begs the question:
What if the Roo-girl doesn’t pass the written test?
Will I then have invested a small fortune in driving lessons that she cannot use?
The idea boggles the mind.