Today Daniel studied up for his driver's permit and then took a few practice tests online.
Daniel and I left for the bank that has the safe deposit box so I could get his birth certificate and take it to the Department of Motor Vehicles to prove he is not only American but my child with a real birthdate, and so he could then take his driving test and get his permit.
While at the bank I searched my safe deposit box over and over. I found everyone's birth certificate except for Daniel's.
Then Daniel says to me, "I told you I was adopted."
So we come home and I search his photo album, thinking to myself that it has to be in there because where else would it be?
Never found it. I really don't know where else to look and I'm stumped. I'm also bummed out for Daniel because he really wants a permit so he can start learning to drive.
Sorry Dan.
It all started with Michelle Lewis from Ohio, and Jason Clark from California. We met on a bus in Chicago in January of 1992. This is a blog that documents our crazy life.
4 comments:
Oh man, that's a bummer! I'm sure as soon as you send off to get a new one the old one will surface. Darn -- I feel badly for both you and Daniel.
Oh, that's too bad for Daniel...I can still remember the anticipation I had for my drivers permit.
That stinks! Hope you're able to find it or get a replacement soon so that he can carry on with his permit plans. Good luck!
You might just have to get a replacement. That is too bad
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