The visiting four year old kept reminding me that I had a dirty car. And it was dirty, road dust mixed with wet fog had created a patina of grit. So I took it to the car wash.

Today when we went on a ride to the bank this same four year old boy told me that he thought the inside of my car was dirty. Maybe but I am not washing the seats. The car is ten years old and serves me well. The boy is only four years old and is the new comer here.