Make a Right on Washer and Dryer

My brother Scott called this afternoon. His battery had died (oops, left the headlights on) and he was at school. The girls and I rushed down to Cols. State to get his truck started. Vanessa is now the backseat driver. She will tell you when to stop and when to go (just ask my dad about running a red light and her yelling at him). She gets all the directions, turn left, turn right, etc. She's our personal navigation system.

So I was on the phone with my brother clearing up the directions to the parking garage. Vanessa heard me and became my helper. We were to make a left and then a right on Washington St. She laughed when I told her the street name. She said "Mama, you're so funny, we can't turn right on a WASHING MACHINE!" I clarified that it was "Wash-ing-ton Street". "oh" she said. After we turned onto Washington St., Vanessa asks "Where's the washer and dryer? I don't see a washer and dryer."