My Jack

My mother in law came over today. We were all standing around talking and Jack kept bugging her to go outside so he could look at her car. She explained to him that she did not have her car today, she drove Grandpa Nick's car. Still, he kept asking to go outside and see her "clean car". So we all walked outside to pacify Jack and see Nick's "clean car" as we are all still holding a conversation about something totally different. (i know at the time we were all confused as to why he wanted to do this) When Beth opened the door to Grandpa Nick's car, Jack layed his head very casually down on the back seat and started gently "petting" the leather seats and says...."ahhhhh.....it's so nice and clean".

I think its safe to say its time to clean out my car. The poor kid rides around in a garbage can on wheels (the Tahoe is always a mess). I had no idea how much it effected him (he's my little neat freak who regularly tells me I need to clean the house) but after laughing at his comment, I felt I owed it to the poor kid. He's never come out and told me he hates our messy trash can on wheels, but after requesting a visit to embrase the seats of a clean car, I took the hint.