Diving Mr. Ezra
I cleaned my car out this weekend in hope to make Ezra’s drive from preschool a bit more comfortable because he has been complaining about the smell, the dust and the trash throughout the car now that I am driving him home from preschool.
He said he likes my car better now that it is cleaner, but he didn’t like the cassette tapes on the floor below his seat. He called these trash and helped me pick-up the cassette tapes and put them in a plastic bin once we arrived home today.
He also doesn’t like the car for the fact he can’t reach the button to move up or down his window which is a privilege he gets when driving in mom’s car because he can reach the button to move the window up or down and because he hasn’t abused the privilege.
He did say he likes my car now that it is clean and less smelly, but he also said he still likes mom’s car much more.
I now have a plan to let him decorate his area of my car. I will call it our car, too, because he is in it as much as I am in it.