Washing up

Blaise started vacation Bible school today at St Peter's and loved it. He didn't give us many details of what they did, but he's excited to go back tomorrow with his friends Frank and Isaac (another Isaac, not his brother).

On our way home, he told me the van was dirty and needed to be washed. Well, that was true enough. So I put the boys to work. They learned how the clean a car, though they didn't very well figure out how to see a job through to its completion, so much of the cleaning fell on my shoulders while they played... until I got the hose out again to rinse the car. We had a good time, and the boys did a great job.






































And why not stop there? Blaise decided his bike needed a bath too, so I have him some clean water and a towel and let him have at it. Here's Blaise taking a short break from washing in order to manually jack up the side of his bike to check that his training wheels are turning well.

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