At the carwash

There is one thing I’ve been dying to do. Take the kids to an old fashion car wash. I still remember how much fun it was to be in Uncle Bobby’s blue station wagon with Mort and Eric and probably Kacy, as the spinning arms came down. Watching the car get cleaned was an awesome experience and the memory stayed with me all these years.

Jory and I filled up the car and I decided the car needed to be washed and it was too late to do it ourselves, so I thought I’ll go through the gas station’s car wash.

We gassed up the car, drove around to the side of the building, and I saw it. It was the car wash I went through as kid. Not as big obviously, but it was all mechanical arms, Jory was about to experience the fun of a car wash all for himself. And enjoyed it he did. He moved from the back of the minivan to the front, trying to see the arms lower and raise, washing our car. He was so excited. I was excited for him.

This almost made up for the overpriced ham, we didn’t buy. Nah, it did. I’ll have to let the girls experience this too.