I distinctly remember being terrified of the car wash. Everything about those spinning whips that pounded and rocked the car seemed wrong. I don’t recall, however, if I cried or attempted a protest or hyperventilated.
My kids – all seven – have done one or all of these.
Some of the kids hyperventilated so terribly that I removed them from their car seats and rocked them through the terrifying ordeal. I’ve tried turning up the music to drown out the sound of my car’s beating. I’ve even neglected washes all together for quite awhile. But eventually, I get sick of the doodles all over the dirt and decide a wash is necessary.
For my four year old, the best remedy is to simply let him out of the car with my oldest. He actually goes into hysteria otherwise. It’s like torture. So out he goes…
The little two year old devised his own plan called: “I just won’t look…”
Then I tried to tell them the car wash is cool. “Hey kids, look at all the psychedelic colors!”
It almost worked! Little two was brave enough to steal a peek:
As for baby, the ones remaining can still distract her 😉