08/10/2025
While Cleaning the Car, My 5-Year-Old Asked: ‘Mom, Why Don’t We Use Daddy’s Secret Car?\' === 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! Between driving our five-year-old to kindergarten, doing errands, and visiting my mom — who’d been struggling with her health — keeping the car clean felt impossible. It was a fight I kept losing, but giving up wasn’t an option since I needed the car too. But this Saturday morning was different. Silas’s coworker, Nate, offered to drive him to an early job, giving me a rare bit of free time and full access to the car. I looked at the chaos that was our vehicle and decided it was time to battle the mess. “Owen, want to help me clean the car?” I asked, half-hoping he’d say no. His eyes sparkled. “Can I use the cloth?” “Absolutely.” Owen looked so sweet as he marched outside, clutching a small cloth like a hero’s tool. For the first thirty minutes, we were a solid team. He scrubbed the tires with the focus of a little trooper, and I tackled the front seats, pulling out old receipts and gooey candy wrappers. But soon, Owen flopped onto the curb, puffing out his cheeks. “Mom, why don’t we just use the secret car Daddy drives?” I froze. My hands, holding a rag and a sponge, went still. “Secret car?” I repeated gently, keeping my voice soft. We were only halfway through cleaning, and I didn’t need this distraction, but I had to know what Owen meant. He nodded, casually picking at a dried leaf. “Yeah, the shiny blue one. The lady always lets Daddy drive it.” My pulse raced. “What lady, buddy?”