At the car wash
It’s that time of year when, yay!, the roads are clear of snow, but, boo!, the salt has coated the car with a white, icky mess. I planned to take Dev to the bookstore after dinner tonight, so it seemed the perfect excuse to swing by the car wash. I adore his reaction to the whole process. We both giggled like crazy as the soap was squirted on the windshields and the multi-colored brushes came to swab off the gunk. The giggles turned shrill and hysterical when the jets of water began blasting the car. So loud and crazy! I just love looking in the back seat and seeing the huge smile on his face. For the simple pleasure of a clean car.