At the carwash

The kids were washing the car this evening while I continued on my back to school cleaning frenzy. Everytime I looked out the window, Sam was chasing someone new with the hose. Jack, Sophy, Mr. GP, passing motorists...sigh. I guess it's better than the time he set up a road block on our street and demanded identification from every driver that stopped and shouting derogatory remarks to the ones who wouldn't stop. Choose your battles. That's what they say, right? Right?



Thank goodness we did create one child who likes to keep things running smooth and organized. Poor kid, he has his work cut out for him. Having Sam and Sophy for siblings will be awesome training for ANYTHING Jack chooses to do in his adult/professional life. See how well he points? He gets that from me! Too many chiefs and not enough indians in this household, for sure!









Not that Sophy attempts to do manual labor. She mainly just shows up to wear a bathing suit, play in the suds, and look cute. Although her daddy did persuade her to scrub a tire or two, albeit not very willingly. Not long after the carwashing started, she came inside and asked me if she could take a bubble bath. She gets that from me. Truly, I passed on all my best traits. HA~