Since my wife was in Columbia this past week I accidentally screwed up and cleaned her car. Inside and out.
Yesterday I picked up my youngest daughter from my parents in it and the first thing she said was, “Wait a second… Is mom’s car clean?”
“Why yes,” I replied. “How did you ever notice?”
“Well, the obvious lack of dirt of course,” she said. “But it also smells so nice.”
“Don’t it though,” I said, smiling inwardly to myself.
Now I guess my wife just has to drive around with a clean car. At least until two or three days have passed anyway.