Car Dishwasher

Oh, The Boy is terribly smart.

Yesterday as a "reward" (and because my car was dirty) we went through the car wash.

This was a new experience and a pretty loud one. He handled it just fine. The guys who brush the car before the chain carries you away were having fun with him; making faces, tapping on the window and "brushing" him.

As we advanced through the brushes and sprays I dictated the work process. "The car wash guys are brushing our car with soap. Now the brushes are whirring ... whirring and flicking off the dirt. Here comes the water. Etc, etc, etc."

As we neared the end, The Boy pops up with "Dishwasher!"
Yes, Myles, it's like a dishwasher for cars. It's a car wash.

"Car dishwasher!"
Yes. A car wash.

"Caaaaar dishwasher!"
Good enough.

Later that evening he had the brush and pan out "car dishwashering" the dog's crate. Good man. Good transfer of concept.