If Anyone Needs Anything Washed, Reid's Your Man

So this weekend, it was about a million degrees in Washington. (We're fortunate that the weather has broken slightly today.) The great thing about toddlers is that they don't know that they aren't at a waterpark or a nice pool or a lake or something. They couldn't care less. We have a hose and a sandbox and Reid thinks he's at Coney Island.

So we played in the water. My mom was visiting, and was taken back to her childhood summer afternoons in her own backyard. So her and Reid were doing little toddler tasks in the yard, slowly transferring sand toys from water to sand to water again.

Then Reid started to clean up.

It's a strange thing about our boy. He's always had a thing about wiping things. During a long car ride you can buy a half-hour of silence by giving him a handy-wipe. He'll hold it against his cheek and smile like a first class passenger enjoying a hot towel on the red eye. So he's been known to clean things up from time to time.

He started by washing his Little Tykes car.

Then we washed our dump truck.





Then we washed a lawn chair.



Then we washed a slide.

Good times.