In July we bought a Ford Explorer. Used, but in great condition, not a scratch on it. The boys love it – it’s the “Big Red Truck” for them. They love for me to drive on the grass, to go through big puddles, they love to start it (yes, I give them the keys and let them start it – I know it’s nuts). I love the truck, I have always loved trucks, that’s just the way it is.
K & O also love golf. They love their golf clubs. They love to hit the ball. They love their 5 woods (which is one with a large metal head). They also love to pretend their golf clubs are other things sometimes – a broom, a snow plow, a baseball bat – I am sure there are many others. They sometimes love to slam them on the ground.
The other day, K & O were pretending the golf clubs were the brushes they use at car washes. They decided to wash they truck with these brushes; these brushes that really happen to be golf clubs. They did this on the doors and the rear quarter panels. They did this up and down and side to side. Over and over.
I haven’t taken a picture because I am still trying to not be angry. They did it to be nice – to wash the Big Red Truck. It just happens that golf clubs used as brushes create really big scratches in car paint.