We spent almost two hours driving back and forth between the car wash and the gas station. Because when Caleb has me all to himself, he has two simple requests. And they never change.
"Will you play trucks with me, Mommy?" he asks.
"And will you build Mega Bloks with me, Mommy?" he adds, before I have time to answer the first question.
I do a quick mental check. The baby's asleep. Abby's upstairs playing dolls, and has left us instructions not to interrupt her.
"I sure can," I tell him. And my heart swells a little when I see the smile on his face that means he knows he has my undivided attention.
So we built a car wash, complete with drive-under sprayers. And we built a gas station, with four different sized pumps to accommodate everything from Matchbox cars to his tractor trailor truck.
And we drove in circles, taking turns lining the cars and trucks up and pushing them through the car wash then back to the gas station for a fill-up. We were interrupted only once, by an F-22 flyover, when Caleb noticed his fighter jet was stuck under the couch and went to rescue it.
This beats doing laundry and dishes any day.
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