The Boy got his driver’s license last week, somewhat belatedly. He’s 17 and seemed to be in no particular hurry–the same ambling attitude he has toward many things. In this case it was fine. We weren’t in a big hurry for him to be out on his own in Houston. Ok, I was a little terrified. But time was running out on the learn at home program we’d been doing so I pushed a little (maybe a lot) until he got it all done and took the driving test. The lackadaisical attitude disappeared as soon as the license was printed.