I humorously watched as my grandson lined up all the bicycles and outdoor riding toys, readying them for his “car wash.” The fact that he was wearing his preschool graduation hat, two backpacks, and had marker lines drawn across his face resembling war paint was of no concern to him. As he reached for the beloved garden hose, his little sister, artistically covered in blue sidewalk chalk and dragging Daddy’s shovel behind her, shuffled over in a pair of Mommy’s shoes to share in her big brother’s antics.