Button, Button, Whose Got the Button

As we made our way home, headed directly into the sun, the state of our windshield became apparent to more than just my wife and me.

"Now, when we get home I want you to take a wet cloth and get out here and wash the windshield for your mother and father," Grampa told Justin.

There was an immediate uproar of complaints as Ashley and I nodded our heads in agreement.

"No, isn't there a button for that?" Justin protested.

- 6 August 2015