Last night I had the bright idea to bring Anna with us to wash the car. Being the lazy people we are, we go through the automatic car wash because that’s the easiest way to get your car to shine with the least amount of effort.
In my mind, Anna would squeal and clap and giggle each time the little flappy things came across the window. What’s not to love? There are lots of loud, scary noises, a hose shoots water and colored soap at your window at high rates of speed, then you can’t see out your windows and the claustrophobia starts to set in, the power blower shakes your car and makes it sound like you’re in the midst of a tornado. This is all fun stuff for a 2 year old with a fear of the unknown, right?
Big fat fail.
From the moment the car wash started, we were in for 4 minutes of pure hell and terror. And now probably 30 years of follow-up therapy to un-do the damage we inflicted on our child.
As each new cycle began, Anna became more and more hysterical. I sat in the back seat holding her hands and assuring her that everything was OK while Joe sat in the front shaking his head and probably thinking that I’m mom of the year for even suggesting this fun family outing.
So, moms and dads, think before you leap here. Maybe Anna is just a special case, but I do believe that taking a two year old to a loud, automatic car wash is as smart as building your house on the edge of an eroding cliff.
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