We took the girls out in the minivan to see if one of the local beauty shops would take Catherine for a haircut as a walk-in. No dice, too busy.
So we pull into the self-serve car wash while we were in the neighborhood, just to wash some of the winter salt off the minivan. We get a token and plunk it in and drive into the automatic carwash stall with Catherine and Elisabeth strapped in their carseats in the back seat.
The machine starts up, and the big hairy rollers start rolling over the minivan from the front, just like they always do.
Catherine and Elisabeth ABSOLUTELY FREAK OUT. They start wailing and screaming and crying at the TOP OF THEIR LUNGS. It's like they think the minivan has been accidentally driven into the Star Wars trash compactor and we're all going to die. They have turned into HOWLING little banshees.
Steve and I try to comfort them and they just grab our hands as hard as they can with their sharp little fingernails digging in and continue SCREAMING. And SCREAMING. There is no consoling these girls! But Mom and Dad don't understand, that MACHINE IS EATING THE FREAKING CAR!!!
Finally after hours and hours, it seems, the car wash finishes its business and we are able to pull out and show them that the minivan will not be killed by the Carwash Monsters. But I don't think they stopped whimpering until we were all the way home again.