I’ll admit it: our car was a complete mess. Sharing it with my husband, Silas, who works as a carpenter, meant it always smelled of sawdust and hard work.
The floor was a disaster zone of dirt from his work boots, crumpled takeout bags, dusty tools, and the occasional stray nail or bolt! Whenever I tried to tidy it, our son, Owen, said something that flipped our world upside down.
While Silas wrecked the front of our old car, the backseat was Owen’s territory. It was a wild pile of snapped crayons, half-eaten chips, and sticky juice packs!
