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When our son turned sixteen, he decided it was high time he got a driver's license. Once our son makes up his mind to do something, he goes for it. My wife and I had to go with him to practice his driving almost every night for two weeks! It took up a lot of our time. Over all, he was a pretty good driver. He did his best to abide by the traffic rules. Apart from the time he ran over the garbage can when he was backing up, I thought he did very well.

My wife, on the other hand, was always nervous when our son got behind the steering wheel. It goes without saying that my wife tended to react more strongly when our son made a mistake. She always came back pale and exhausted after a trip in the car with our son.

Finally the day came for our son's driving test. I told him before the test, "Make sure you watch your speed, son. You tend to go around corners too fast. Well, good luck! I'll keep my fingers crossed"

In just a few hours, my son came back with his driver's license! I asked him how his driving test went. He said the man giving him the test was very nice. The man even asked if he could do anything to make my son more relaxed during the test. My son told him, "When I come to a traffic light you can scream as if we're going to die. Then I'll feel like my mom is in the car."