Teaching Does Have Its Moments!

My husband is ADAMANT about washing the windshield of our car when the car gets gassed (is that a word?) up.

He showed the boys how to wash the windows with a squeegee. He usually has Phyllip wash the windshield.

Phyllip isn't quite tall enough and his arms aren't quite long enough to reach the middle of the car. But he tries, and he tries, and he tries, and he tries (you get the picture, right?). If there's a spot left on the window, he does his best to get rid of it - even if it means adding about 20 new spots!

A couple of Saturdays ago we were at the gas station. Walter was pumping the gas and Phyllip was washing the window. When Phyllip would touch the window with the squeegee we laughed because he didn't touch the window gently. It was with all his might! The squeegee would almost slam against the window and 20 new spots would suddenly appear on the window. It was a process of elimination for him! He did finally get all the spots off - it just took him a looooonnnngggg time. And he enjoys washing the window, too!

Kinda makes me wonder how many laughs my parents got from teaching me different things...