The Car Wash

Eva has stated her annoyance to me, in having to ride in such a dirty car.  

"Excuse me?"  I asked.  "Have you seen your back seat?"

It's winter (kind of) in Buffalo.  

My car is dirty.  Who cares?  It's a car.  But apparently, to some people, it matters.  






So I humored my princess, and I took it for a car wash.  

For like the first time ever in my life.

My goodness.  It's the little things.  

They were so excited.