I'm not sure any teenager in the history of the planet has been as excited to get her driving license as our dear #3 child is.
And I'm pretty sure no other teenager has pestered her parents as much to practice for that thing. She asks all about every street sign, directions, how all the ins and outs of every driving rule works, and she studied for the permit test like nobody's business.
Here in the desert you can get your permit six months before you turn sixteen. Six months to the day.
Unfortunately on timing we were in Utah picking out a puppy on her half-birthday (December 26th).
She was pretty ok with that because hey, she was pretty over-the-moon about that puppy, but she whipped us right into shape to get her down to the DMV the minute we got home so she could test for that thing.
We decided she might need a cheering section, so Dave, Elle and I all went along to offer our moral support.
After practicing her heart out on all the tests on the Internet she passed that permit test...
We decided to go out to dinner to celebrate:
Within the first couple days she had driven everywhere, including logging in hours on the freeway to get to the airport to pick up her cousin and to a hike she, Claire and I decided to go on.
And I have to say, that girl of ours is a pretty good driver.
Now to go knock on wood...
We are all pretty excited to have another driver around here.