It has happened. I knew it was inevitable. It's happened before. It's happened three times before. Another Roderick daughter is driving. The last Roderick daughter is driving. Albeit, still with her dad and mom, but she is behind the wheel, foot on the gas, car in gear, pulling away from the driveway.
Hope was so excited. We went to the DMV, with an appointment of course. She took her birth certificate to the waiting clerk with a smile as only Hope can produce. The clerk smiled back and sent her on to the next window, where she was fingerprinted and asked to pose for the dreadful driver's license picture. Certainly, Hope was ready for this. She had been forwarned by friends and sisters. Following the picture she was sent to testing. FAIL!
Two weeks later we arrived at the DMV, with an appointment of course. Hope went directly to testing and passed with flying colors. She's been driving ever since. Every time we go anywhere she wants to be behind the wheel. She is safe and aware. She is becoming a good driver.
Actually, she's the best of all the girls. Or maybe I'm just getting used to driving with the Roderick daughters.
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