When our children were small and attending preschool together I picked up a neighbor's child to take him there as well.

My neighbor always insisted on going with us for the short three mile trip to and from preschool. She also had a younger son who was in diapers. It never failed that this child always had a nasty, stinking diaper every time he got in my car. This was especially horrible in the winter when the windows had to be kept closed. She'd always say, "he just did it and sorry, I didn't have time to change him." I'd smile lamely and gag to myself. Let's also not forget the sticky, wet lollipops he dropped on the velour upholstery or the time I had just had my new car one week and his sister's open grape juice box leaked all over my new leather seats and rug mats.

Some parts of our children's younger years weren't all that pleasant were they?