My B.F.F. Christina

For those of you who don`t know, my dad is a window washer. Most of the time he usually washes rich people`s windows. Any way, one day my dad took me window washing. We washed and washed and soon it was lunch time.
We went to a little store to get a drink to go with our lunch gran packed for us. We had a great lunch! We talked and laughed maybe even played a few games. We had a very cool (if you can imagine that) lunch. I wish he could act like that most of the time!
After eating we raced to the car which led to me tripping and dad tripping over me. Then the both of us rolling around on the ground laughing. After we fell we talked a bit. I liked that part (aside from meeting Christina) the best part of going to work with dad.
When we finally got to the car it started to rain dad went back to the place we were cleaning and dad said" We should stop because of the rain". He showed me the place we were going to be cleaning another day. I met the owner of the house she told us that this was her daughter`s summer house because she lived in Texas. She had 3 grand children. Soon of course they all came out. There was one 10 one 5or6 and one about 2 or 3. Christina was the 10 year old (I was still 9).