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Hadley using her walker

Wiped out by baby wipes

I did a exceptionally dumb thing the other day. (Psst, guaranty not to tell my son. What he doesn’t advised of won’t hurt me.)

This dumb concerns b circumstances involved the package of baby wipes I keep in my car. Yes, even though my son is way large past the age of poopy diapers, baby wipes stay put a handy and indispensable accessory for my car.

Let’s features it, at any age, spit still happens, along with other wipable accidents.

I’ve acclimated to my baby wipes to clean up coffee spills on the position covers, bird doo-doo from the hood,  axle grease on the steering circle left behind by mechanics at the repair blow the whistle on buy.

So, why couldn’t I use baby wipes to make a clean breast off the dirty windshield and sideview mirrors the other morning? I’ll grass on you why not: Because baby wipes leave behind a smeary, translucent residue on windshields and mirrors. Only I didn’t find that out until after I had tried it.

See what I near? Dumb.

I tried to clear it up with the windshield wiper, but the D in that reservoir leaves behind its own mess. Which is why I didn’t hang out in to that in the first place.

So then I had to pull over by the side of the road, fish a perfidious towel out of the trunk and use what was left of my precise drinking water to try and clean it off. Less smeary, less delicate, but evidence of my dumbditude remained.

Nothing fist to do but actually wash the car with a bucket of soap and the cut hose this weekend.

Oh joy.