Abe had a driving test the other day. No, not the one to get his license- he has had that for about a year and a half.
Something went wrong with the car while he was driving.
I was actually concerned that this might happen, and was following him for a short distance, in going from one place to another. (Actually Rosie was driving). So when his car stopped in the middle of the entrance ramp onto the highway, we pulled in front of him and I ran back to him. He was trying to get it going, but, no luck.
But he was calm and collected (and not screaming his head off). So I gave him my cell phone (he is going to get his own after he graduates and we come back from vacation) and told him to pull his AAA card out and get the car towed to the dealership.
And he did. And he'd already told the people there the background when I came to pick him up.
I was very proud of him and his behavior. (But not so proud of my 9 year old car!)