In the neighborhood I grew up in there was a man named Martin Peterson (some of you may know him, great guy). I remember driving past his house every Saturday and no fail he was out in his driveway with his two youngest sons washing his car; rain, shine, snow, or sleet. When I was a teenager I recall passing them and thinking to myself, "What a drag." How time and perspective changes things! Now, here I am ten years later starting the same family tradition. I can see the value in it for the boys and for the car. Right now, I'm not so sure they are learning much except that water and dish soap make lots of bubbles and as you can see Marshall has an affinity for bubbles.
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