My kids have enjoyed going to the the car wash since they were babies. They love watching foamy rainbows of soap slide down their windows and the beads of water chase each other over the front windshield.
This morning we had about 5 minutes while waiting on Emi to finish at the doctor’s office, and our car was G.R.O.S.S. so we hit up a new car wash on that side of town.
It was immediately apparent that we weren’t in your typical rainbow soap car wash. It was dark and loud with flashes of red light. Think the entrance of the Vortex bar in Midtown, if you’re familiar with that section of Atlanta.
Catie was prepared, though. “Mommy, turn on your camera,” she instructed. “Let’s pretend we’re in Hell.”