We were in the midst of a road trip, travelling through "the south". Chaco and Wolfgang were just little squirts and Meego was not yet in the picture.
We'd made a stop to stretch our legs, get some food, and clean up the sticky grimy toddlers. As I recall, Wolfgang was the grimier of the two. After lunch, I took him into the restroom and gave him a good scrubdown mini makeover.
The new and shiny clean Wolfgang and I radiated out of that restroom and were met by a largish woman of "the south". She looked down at Wolfgang, and I remember vividly what she said:
I'm pretty sure that translates to: "Well, aren't you an attractive and clean young chap!".
That particular term has found a comfy spot in our household vocabulary, often used as a verb as in: "Better go get 'wainchied', the band concert's in a half an hour". Or in it's original form when, say, the dog returns from the groomers.
So yesterday afternoon, I got a call from the bike shop. My bicycle, after 8 days and 4 hours (but who was counting), was ready to be picked up after it's extreme makeover. I happily journeyed over to pick it up.
The technician went to the back, then wheeled her out. I swear she was prancing, if a bicycle could do such a thing.
All I could think was,
<--- [click the pic for BIG and Wainchie]