Carwash

Carwashes are found often enough in our living room that they are not really noteworthy. Tonight, though, the sibling cooperation alone is a story that begs to be told. Oh, sure, I make it sound as though the kids are sweet, peaceful little creatures who treat each other kindly and have heaps of fun doing cute, creative things together. Lies. All lies. I need to fess up and tell you that I have photoshopped out the blood, the tears, the bruises and welts, the mouths forming insults, the pain and suffering. These kids are like rabid wolverines who also happen to know how to whine, rant, and accuse each other of committing countless injustices against one another.
But, they signed a ceasefire for at least 12 nanoseconds tonight, and they built a carwash together. No fighting.
All of the monster trucks are clean now, but 12 nanoseconds wasn't quite enough time for the kids to figure out a way to reduce the monster trucks' dependence on foreign oil. Maybe tomorrow.