Tuesday, June 25, 2013

How To License A Pony

I have drawn a line in the sand for The Pony. He WILL get his driver's license. He will NOT put it off any longer. In fact, last week I informed him that he would be taking the written permit test this week. The office is only open on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Since I had to go to the doctor today, that means The Pony is being tested TOMORROW.

Of course he put off opening the Driver's Guide until today. While I was gone four hours to the doctor, he was reading the manual and taking two practice tests. Here are the results, straight from The Pony's mouth:

"I took the practice test in the book. I missed four. That's out of 44 questions. Which I think is pretty good. Then I took and online test. I only missed four. Out of 25. Which still gives me an 80-something. They asked how high bumpers can be from the ground! That was nowhere in my book! That's not fair."

"It sounds like you did pretty good. You only have to get a 60 to pass, right?"

"Um. No. You can only miss five. Out of 25. More than that, and you fail. My friend took it seven times."

"We're not going back over there every week! You need to study and take some more practice tests."

"I'll do it tonight. And in the morning, on the way there."

The Pony needs to take this more seriously, methinks.


Sioux said...

Val--The Pony doesn't need to learn to drive. You're dangling a carrot in front of him, but he's not hungry.

He can continue to clippity-clop his way through life. Stop pushing him.

Haven't you seen the "Prancercise" video? There's big money in galloping and cantering. Stop trying to make him go against his nature.

Let him run free. Stop the testing!

Hillbilly Mom said...

I'm leading him to freeways, but I cannot make him drive. Indeed, I HAVE seen the Prancercise phenomenon. When I told #1 that I was going to Prancercise into the kitchen to make him a sandwich, he recoiled on his couch in horror!

Good to know that I have a secret weapon.

Sioux said...

But save it...Save it for "Family Day" at his college. When his college friends see his mother prancersizing across the dining hall (Crocs would be perfect to put on your hooves), they will declare the experience "Breathtaking."

If #1 doesn't write you a long letter of thanks every week that he's in college, you can dangle "Pracercise" in front of him. He'll comply with anything you demand of him...

Hillbilly Mom said...

And I can throw in the thumbs and little kicks! Too bad I got rid of my sweatpants with the hole ripped in the side. Perhaps I could drape myself in velvet.