It was the afternoon in purgatory -- a scene right out of the waiting room in Beetlejuice, I kid you not! That's a government office for ya! And difficult child 1 with his perfectionist tendencies gave the clerk behind the counter a chuckle. She handed him a paper with his name and address to verify. He made sure he read every. single. line. She winked at me and said he was being very careful, and that that was GOOD because half the time people sign that paper without so much as a second glance at the information she's asking them to verify. Yup, that's my difficult child! And he took his sweet old time on the 44-question multiple-choice test, going back over his answers and even changing and rechanging a few of them. That is soooo him. He took over 30 minutes on this test. Missed 4 out of the 8 max you can miss and still pass, so it's all good. Now I have to call the behind-the-wheel training class and get that going so he can get the permit activated and start the next phase of his training. Bar tender! Mama's gonna need a double!