I am not a religious scholar or a doctoral student in theology, but as a mother of three boys- I feel I need to delve into a topic that I find has relevance to us all. Even if you don't have children who munch in your backseat, you can relate. Please don't laugh, it's a serious topic. I want to introduce you to the French Fry Purgatory (a.k.a. the backseat floor!).
I stumbled upon this phenomenon when my oldest son was about 2 years old and we decided to vacuum the minivan. You start out thinking that it's an easy task- until you unearth a year's worth of dried, forgotten french fries stuck to the carpet and lodged underneath the car seat. I think we managed to find enough fries for one or two super sized servings. That's a lot of potatoes we could have saved from meeting an awful fate. I spent hard earned money on those spuds! At least they could have been composted- not left to wait around for me to clean.
I am sure I was imagining the salty goodness they would have indulged upon my son's little taste buds. Not that they would become part of our vehicle decor! No one goes around debating about whether McDonald's or Burger King fries would match their interior leather seats better. And I am almost 100% positive that those smelly little pine trees don't come in "french fry" scent.
What is a mother to do? We tried to ban the boys from eating in the vehicle. THAT didn't work.
So we bought a dog- which worked great until he developed high cholesterol and I had to spend way more money on his medicine than I would have used in quarters for the vacuum at the car wash.
What did work? I switched the kids over to apple fries, but that led to a whole new set of problems...