I can’t stand fingerprints on car windows. There is no good reason to touch a car window, and kids apparently think of one every few minutes.
I was considering this morning (after turning around to back up and seeing all of the smudgery) that I’ve likely doomed my children to the same peeve. I’m confident my dad transmitted it to me. I’ve been a little more relaxed about it in recent months, but I’ve probably still raised enough cumulative hell about it to imprint it.
That’s kind of unfortunate. What’s the big deal, really? I mean, I’m never going to get over intense irritation at having the back of my seat kicked. And a consistent noise in the car (like a rattle, or a creaking Styrofoam cooler) drives me crazy.
But this isn’t that. I need to unclench all the way on this, both for my own peace of mind and for the current and future tranquilities of those for whom I am modeling behavior.
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I live with nose jam on my back seat windows. 🙂 It is funny what we carry with us from childhood into adulthood. My mom can’t tolerate clutter and would throw fits if we left a bunch of stuff around the house. My house might need vacuuming and dusting, but I’m OK with that as long as things are put away.
If a window fetish is the worst thing your kids get from being raised by you, then… well done!
Oh, I doubt it’s the worst. It was just what was on my mind yesterday. 🙂