Risk Management Tween Style

We were driving home from piano lessons when I decided to stop to get some gas. It was a bit warmer than normal so I decided it would be a good idea to get a car wash as well. I told the girls that we’d take a small detour on the way home. The brunette twin became really nervous. She said, “I don’t like car washed. They scare me.” I sighed and asked her why. She went on about the sound and noise. I told her I would get the car washed another time.
At dinner I told Daddy the story. She looked at him and started explaining all the things that could go wrong. The brushes could crash through a window. The water could flood the car. The roof might fall in when the brushes go over it. The car might get stuck and we’d never get out.
I looked at Daddy and said, “Risk management for a car wash.” He smiled while the brunette twin went on and on and on about the noise.