On a whim, we made the futile effort to wash the van Sunday, it being new and salt being so abundant and all. Plus who doesn't love going thru those giant bristle brushes and getting squeaky clean.
I'll tell ya who. Yuula. She was asleep when we hit the conveyor, and the slapping of wet fabric woke her up rather rudely I'm guessing. We're such bad parents.
She was fine actually and if anything it drew her attention to the two sunroofs directly above her head of which she frantically shifted focus between for the remainder of the ride. Girl gonna give herself whiplash.
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