Car wash

I need to be better about doing more frequent, smaller blog posts to make maintaining this blog more manageable for both me and my thousands (heh) of readers.  It's getting easier now that the kids are older and there are more stories for me to write about rather than just general impressions of their development.

A couple of weeks ago, both our cars were in dire need of a car wash.  I think an episode of Curious George or some such put the idea in Jack's head, but he'd been asking to go through one.  Tom decided to take both the kids to one of those touchless ones at the gas station as a sort of treat.  Well.  Jack liked it, but Violet absolutely hated it.  The dark and the noise really frightened her.  Now, it's all she ever talks about.  It's been weeks, and she'll still bring it up apropos of nothing.  She started talking about it yesterday, in fact.  In the car, of course.

"Jack-Jack," she said.  "Jack-Jack."

"What?" asked Jack.

"The car wash was really scary.  It was dark and noisy.  I was really, really scared."

"Violet," Jack said, half amused and half exasperated, "you don't always have to keep talking about it."

"I'm really sorry, Jack-Jack," Violet continued, as if Jack hadn't said anything at all.  "I was really, really scared.  I'm really sorry."

Tom said that she kept saying she was sorry she was scared while it was going too.

"It's ok, Violet," Jack assured her, but she continued that "conversation" for the remainder of the car ride.