Car Wash

Sometimes you just have to wash the car on a beautiful 75 degree sunny southern California day.

 And of course that means that Bailey must help out. After her eager efforts of spraying the car down with the hose we managed to transfer her attention over to the wash cloth and bucket of soap.

 Hard at work...

And of course she is on her way back to re-soak her rag. Sam kept telling me to stop letting her reach into the bucket because she was wasting all the soapy water and there wouldn't be enough to finish all 3 cars. I told him I would monitor her, but of course venturing near Bails with any sort of liquid means I get very wet so I just let it play out and hoped for a happy outcome. 

Plus hanging out with this cute girl in the shade was much more desirable.

Even if it did mean that I had to pick up that yellow bowl and wagon toy off the ground about a thousand times. Yes, that nasty game is now upon us.

And it is becoming very apparent that when Sam starts school again I am going to be very outnumbered by a couple of smarty pants that now know it. I am starting to get really scared.