The kids were outside playing together. It was a minor miracle.
The game they decided to play was “let’s-put-water-in-the-trash-can”, which I discovered after they made numerous trips past the window with cups of water in their hands and evil little glints in their eyes.
I suggested that instead of putting water in the trash can, they wash Sydney’s car, which is one of those plastic buggy cars. It was parked right next to the trash can.
Only I must have said something like, “Why don’t you wash the car instead?”
That’s right. Moments later, I caught Will hurling water all over MY car. MY car that had just been washed at the fancy-schmancy expensive car wash in town the day before (spring cleaning got the best of me). I go to the fancy-schmancy car wash *once* a year to get the Michigan winter out of my car!
AH! I redirected his water throwing efforts, but really? This is the perfect example of why I just shouldn’t wash my car anymore!
