“Maybe you could use a bucket,” she suggested.

“And I can use a sponge.”

We washed the truck with two buckets of warm water and sponges shaped like dinosaurs.

Hailey stood at the far end of the driveway, laughing when the dinosaur’s head fell off.

When we finished, she pointed to the coiled hose beside the garage.

“Not today,” she said.

“Not today,” I agreed.

There was no deadline for when she had to feel comfortable around it again.