This morning, I went outside to take another stab at getting that fanbelt to fit right. It's still too tight, but I'm leaving that for later assessment.
Within a few minutes of me opening the garage door, Hannah was out there with me, asking "what can I help with?" So we cleared some old junk out of it, I vacuumed, then she spent about an hour cleaning the dash, the seats, and the glass. In the rain.
Giant smile on her face the entire time.

I remember that poem about punch buggy, which makes this all the more awesome to read. Also, you guys are seriously cool parents.
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