Carwash

Our car's name is Suby (sooby). She is a 2001 Subaru Outback. I love her. Cooper also loves her. We took Suby to the carwash this week and it was the highlight of the week. It was a good car wash, the kind where you tell the friendly guy what you want and he and his little helpers get her spick and span. After Suby was vacuumed, she went automatically rolling into the wash. We were inside the building with our noses pressed to the glass looking into the carwash. The soap squirting out, the scrubbers, the waving panels... all incredibly facinating. And Suby moving through with no one driving.. well, how does that happen?! Little Cooper thought this was the best thing ever. We ran out the other side of the building to see Suby getting dried off and wiped out- all of this combined with the free helium balloon was just too much to forget.

Each time we've gotten into the car since then, it has been tragic that we are not headed to the carwash. Yesterday as I was sitting at the table, Cooper crawled under the table and had me move my legs back and forth so he could crawl through them and pretend he was Suby getting washed. After 30 minutes of this, he was delighted and I was bored. So we set up chairs, blankets and the tunnel to form cooper's very own carwash. The results are hours of entertaining himself. He comes out the other end saying, "all clean!" and then wants me to blow on him so he dries off... I have also heard, "I love the carwash, mom!" Oh, the simple joys of a little boy. If anyone has suggestions for a more creative home carwash (that does not include water) let me know!