Car Wash… AGAIN!
Title: Indoor Car Wash
Starring:
Bubs: CEO of squeals and pretend horsepower, currently in the hot seat
Sis: Certified Car Wash Worker of the Year, age almost 4
Me (a.k.a. Boss Lady): Designated driver and keeper of the chaos
Scene Breakdown:
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
The chair squeaks. Suddenly, Bubs is perched like royalty in a rolling office throne. Sis grips the back of the chair, deadly serious. Their eyes meet.
"JELLYFISH!" Bubs yells, pointing dramatically. That’s the signal. It’s not just any game, it’s Car Wash Time.
Sis rolls him across the tile like she’s on a timed shift, mouth making sloshing bubble sounds, the kitchen transformed into a neon-lit tunnel of foamy glory. You can practically hear the spinning brushes and feel the fake mist in the air. She steers Bubs to the “entrance” - aka, me."I'll be the worker." Game. On.
She sprints ahead and becomes The Attendant. Palm up - STOP. She points to pretend signs. "Please select your wash." Thumbs up. The universal sign of we’re clear for entry, baby. No missed steps. No half-assing. She has studied the craft.
I take over driving. Sis runs alongside like it’s her full-time job. Bubs? He's making “VVRRROOOM, SWOOSH, BWAAAAHHHHH” noises. Imagination is a fun thing to witness. Even more fun to be included.
END SCENE.