In Ethiopia, we saw people washing their cars a lot, way more than we ever do here (*ahem*annually*ahem). Even if they were heading right back out onto the dusty road, if there was time, the vehicle would be washed. I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me that when Zinashi saw dust on our car, and could reach the lock to open the door and let herself out to the driveway, she would take matters into her own hands.
She remembers these things about her home country, and that is one of my favorite things about this stage of our family life. She not only can reach more things to start doing things the way she was taught in her early years, but also can tell me what she is doing. "Like Ethiopia, Mami," she says. That makes my heart really happy.