Took the old Sable through the car wash this morning. Of course, the whole time I was thinking about the last time I did this. The little man was with me then. It was the day we washed the car together, then went for ice-cream. On that day he observed, with vanilla ice-cream all over his face, "This is a good day, right?"
Well, this is a good day, too. But it was just a little bit melancholy going through car wash by myself.
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