No more teachers’ dirty… cars

Back to school… wow. I can hardly believe it, but both my kids are now in school, with Thing One entering Grade One and Thing Two off to Junior Kindergarten.

And of course my wife, a teacher, is back to school today also. I come from a long line of teachers, actually. As a kid, Labour Day always meant a barbeque with the families of other teachers - pink fluffy Jell-o desserts, kids throwing crab apples at each other, parents hoping they can drink the impending school year away, crashing the riding lawnmower, etc. Good times.

Anyhow, I’ve developed my own little back-to-school ritual, such as it is - each Labour Day I wash and clean out my wife’s car. I’ve done this for about five years now, though my wife only noticed last year. It’s one of those little things husbands do for wives, and which wives do 100 times more of for husbands.

So, now she can proudly roll into the teachers’ lot in a shiny old Honda Civic, confident in the knowledge that the shocks won’t give out under the accumulated summer’s-weight of trunk sand and fishy crackers.

I usually do this by hand, but this year I took my 3-year-old Junior Kindergartener with me to a touchless car wash. She loves the car wash - and have you seen the rainbow coloured soap they have these days? Awesome! If Dove made that for the bath, she’d be a lot cleaner herself.

And as we left the wash bay sparkling clean, she uttered this little gem:

“Now our car is as clean as a weasel!”

Posted by: Paul Gorbould | 09-04-2007 | 12:09 AM
Posted in: Kids