I know I'm going to come across sounding lame, but here goes anyway. We stopped to get gas yesterday after S's swimming lesson and I was facing the carwash. It's the kind you drive through. I said to T, I should do that sometime, but it makes me nervous. "Why?" she said. "Because I'm always afraid I won't know what to do, or I'll be the one to break it or something." She was laughing hysterically. "Mom, it's a carwash, you can't break it." "I know," I said, "but things like that kind of freak me out. I've never driven through one before." It's that whole "comfort zone" thing again. She was shocked. So I had to do it. We filled the tank and got in line.
As we waited, I read the info on the type of carwash we were going to get. There were 3 different types. T continued to crack up (at my expense) as I read all that our "Ultimate" wash included. I guess I was acting a little excited thinking how clean the van would finally be after this dirty winter, so maybe I did seem silly to a 12 year old (or anyone else who's ever used a carwash before).
The girls thought it was cool, except S who hated it because it made E cry. But it really was a piece of cake and no, I didn't break it.
(There, go ahead and laugh.)