Yet another of my offspring have attained that Holy Grail Dixie Cup of teenagerdom: the official, state-sanctioned learner’s permit.

A few months ago, we purchased the Tumormobile with the purpose of it being the car that Gamma will learn to drive, as well as the one that she will drive once attaining the official license next summer. Henceforth, it will be known as the Mousemobile, though it still bears the BlueBerryFarm URL on the back window — a tradition that will continue simply because I think Damama and Bisc are a couple of cool folks who raised some really good kids, so I don’t mind advertising for them.

We’ll be beginning driving lessons this afternoon, so you might want to stay clear of the ORHS parking lot.

I admit to having a bit of fun tormenting her on the way to Clinton, noting that she’d studied so little that she was bound to be the first of our family to flunk a driving test — written OR road. That said, her father does still hold the record in his hometown as being the only one to ever put the driver’s ed car on two wheels — WITH the instructor inside.

I hope Gamma would never do such a thing.

UPDATE:

Okay, the Volvo must have the most forgiving clutch on earth.  She only killed it twice — and both times not trying to start moving, but forgetting to clutch when stopping.  We lapped the ORHS parking lot enough to wear some new grooves in the pavement, then made a left turn onto  North Tulane, another left onto Providence Road (behind the high school), and parallel parked (okay, we were the only car, but still…) in front of the pool, where she got out and went on her merry way.

Perhaps tonight, we’ll head out to Horizon Center to drive the wide, smooth vacant roads.