Both boys have their driver's permits and they flashed them around at church to anyone who even might be remotely interested in this milestone. No one sees my drivers' license: the picture! the weight! the birthdate!
Last weekend Steve gave each boy a short driving lesson, mostly on deserted country roads, although one boy had to pass an Amish buggy. The same boy had to drive about 300 yards on a state highway to turn into our river property. Someone was following him and it flustered him when he had to turn into the driveway. He took the turn too quickly and drove into the ditch. Steve was able to drive out of the ditch without a problem. The boy was astonished that Steve just chuckled and wasn't upset.