We'd been out and about for most of the day, but still had one more stop before heading home - the car wash!
It takes a few washings to get all the winter salt and grime off the cars around here. When we saw there was very little line, we decided a stop was in order.
I was super nervous about this trip because I remember Mr. I. at around 2 being absolutely terrified of the car wash when we'd gone through one time. I could still vividly remember how helpless I felt as he was strapped in his car seat and I was in the front seat. I tried so hard to comfort him verbally, but I don't think he could even hear me over his fear and cries. I thought he'd find the trip fun, as I had when I was a little girl. Apparently, I'd been a good bit older at the time, because he was not having it!
It needed to be done, though. I took some deep breaths and swallowed my own fears. I reminded myself that I could use signs that they knew to help them cope with a new and potentially frightening situation, and pulled to the end of the short line of cars.
Before we ever pulled into the line, I started talking up the RAIN we'd be experiencing and how silly it would be. Once the car was being pulled along by the rollers in the car wash, I unbuckled my seat belt to turn around and look at my two sweet boys in the back seat. When the water started to hit the car, it was loud, and Mr. L. looked pretty concerned. Mr. I. was having a lot of fun with this trip, he thought the whole thing was pretty great this time! We kept talking about the RAIN and how our car was getting a BATH. By about half way through the wash, Mr. L. was even smiling an pointing at the brushes rolling by the windows.