"Workin' at the Car Wash"

   I am an amazing son.  Know why?  Well actually the reasons are too numerous, but the reason on my mind today (and on my poor aching muscles) is because I gathered the troops and organized the washing and detailing of Mommy's car.  She has never had her car thoroughly cleaned before.  Don't get me wrong, she tries her best.  She washes it and vacuums it and wipes those girly car cleaning wipes all over the insides, but I'm talking about real cleaning.  Seats unbolted, taken out, and scrubbed, carpet scrubbed, insides of doors washed, mirrors, radio buttons, everything.  Like, with a toothbrush type detailed scrubbing.
     No, sorry, I am not available to do your car.  Mommy's took 12 hours and every ounce of strength my poor little body has.  I'm done.  Never again.  Daddy says his truck is next; I told him he is on his own.