Torture by Car Wash

This afternoon after we went to the Y for swimming (the pool was closed, so we just ran off some energy in the children's play area), I decided to run my salt-mobile through the car wash. I didn't know this was going to create such an uproar with Mr. Isaiah. He has expressed in the past that he doesn't like the car wash, but today it particularly bothered him. As we pulled up in line, he was trying to negotiate some other "idea" that would take the place of the car wash. Then as I told the attendant which wash we wanted and paid him, he began screaming at the top of his lungs. The attendant drew a happy face on the window beside him to try to cheer him up and this just freaked him out more. So, I had to have him unbuckle his car seat and come sit on my lap for the car wash because he was just terrified. He finally calmed down and said "That wasn't so bad". Maybe for him! The joys of motherhood:-)