We torture our kids for fun. We figure it toughens them up for the real world. No one out there is not going to coddle them and wipe their tears. I figure we are doing them a service.
We live in the land of snow and ice and SALT. We have to keep our vehicles fairly clean or risk them rusting out from under us. We go through the car wash about once a month in the winter. Every time we go, Mark assures me he will be fine.
"I like the car wash, Mama." he says
"Really" I say "You won't cry this time. You will be OK?"
"Yep" is the answer I get.
But inevitably he cries just as soon as the doors close. The point of no return. Hands and arms and little boys inside the car at all times so to speak.
I usually hold him on my lap. This helps some.
Anna used to like the car wash. But she saw her brother's reaction one too many times. When we went through the other day, there were tears. We were almost done though so she stayed in her seat.
Yep, children torturers. That's us. We like it that way.
We are almost there on my food drive. Thank you so much for telling people. It really means a lot to me.
The first picture is courtesy of Google Images. The other two were taken with my phone. I love that thing but it doesn't take the best pictures. Better than no pictures at all though.