This comic strip appeared in our Sunday paper, and is so universally parent, I couldn't help but identify with it. (You may have to click on it to read it.) I have been overlooking the popcorn and raisins in our seats for much too long. I just don't even see it anymore. By the time everyone finally makes it to the car, the last thing I think about is cleaning the seats. It seems that the debris just belongs there. The leftover snack food is just a permanent fixture to the car. I usually don't even think to clean it out when I have to tell Eli not to eat the leftovers. I overheard in the t-ball field parking lot the other day a dad exclaim, "these have got to be the most disgusting car seats." I almost challenged him.