Today, Dad asked if I wanted to help wash the car, and I shouted, “Yes!” before he could finish the sentence.
We grabbed buckets, soap, and the biggest sponge I’ve ever seen.
I got to spray the hose, and water splashed everywhere—even on Dad’s shoes!
We scrubbed the doors, the windows, and the wheels until they sparkled in the sun.
Bubbles floated through the air, and I popped them with my nose, laughing the whole time.
Dad squirted me with the hose, and I chased him around the driveway, both of us soaked and smiling.
When we finished, the car looked shiny and clean, and so did our hearts.
Helping wash the car wasn’t just fun—it was the best kind of messy memory.