At the Car Wash
Coming home from our weekend adventures, we decided to stop at the car wash because our van was filthy. Leah was excited to get a clean car — I thought it was because she like to go through the car wash.
When we were about half-way through, I looked back and Leah was sitting in her car seat with her blanket over her head. “What’s up with that? I thought she liked to go through the car wash?”
Gina said, “No, she doesn’t. She hates it — she just likes having a clean car.”
Well, an error occurred in the car wash, and we stopped for a little bit. Long story short, we were told to go through again So poor Leah had to go through the car wash again — with a blanket on her head.