Cartwash
This evening, I was "cartless" and fairly irritated about it.
Following my afternoon siesta, I usually take a trip to the playground. Lately, I've been taking my cart with me. There's nothing like cruising the playground, wind blowing in my face. Kids are usually pretty jealous of my cart. And, when I'm not motoring it around, I let my buddies go for a spin -- like Ava. But, Ava fell in love with my cart too. So, when she was reluctant to give it back, I just about had an aneurysm. It was the first time that I felt compelled to express attachment to a possession publicly. [Found out cart was gone, saw Ava with cart, lower lip quivered, followed by torrential outpour of tears and wailing] Luckily, Ava's mom intervened on my behalf. Phew. Just imagine if someone stole your Beemer, your Keurig coffeemaker, your favorite pair of running shoes, your last piece of chocolate, your.... You get the idea.
Well, since my cart goes everywhere, even to the BX (just in case we make a stop at the park), it has to go through the cartwash. It definitely needed a run through the cartwash after today. I ran it through some bird poo. Woof! After this little incident, Mom wouldn't let me push it through the house until she had washed it. Well, she never got to it this evening. Fairly annoying! If I could, I would have washed it myself.
Following my afternoon siesta, I usually take a trip to the playground. Lately, I've been taking my cart with me. There's nothing like cruising the playground, wind blowing in my face. Kids are usually pretty jealous of my cart. And, when I'm not motoring it around, I let my buddies go for a spin -- like Ava. But, Ava fell in love with my cart too. So, when she was reluctant to give it back, I just about had an aneurysm. It was the first time that I felt compelled to express attachment to a possession publicly. [Found out cart was gone, saw Ava with cart, lower lip quivered, followed by torrential outpour of tears and wailing] Luckily, Ava's mom intervened on my behalf. Phew. Just imagine if someone stole your Beemer, your Keurig coffeemaker, your favorite pair of running shoes, your last piece of chocolate, your.... You get the idea.
Well, since my cart goes everywhere, even to the BX (just in case we make a stop at the park), it has to go through the cartwash. It definitely needed a run through the cartwash after today. I ran it through some bird poo. Woof! After this little incident, Mom wouldn't let me push it through the house until she had washed it. Well, she never got to it this evening. Fairly annoying! If I could, I would have washed it myself.
CARTWASH
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