This is an exact transcript of the conversation that took place in my car on the way to soccer practice tonight. Well, as exact of a transcript as you’re going to get out of my addled brain at this point. Context: The city of Sherwood began passing out large new trashcans for their residents to use on Sunday; we passed a whole street full of them that afternoon, including the one sitting in my parent’s driveway. Exciting, I know. Such are the days of my life.
ELIZABETH: Hey Mom, didn’t they ever bring our trashcan?
ME (playing the role of Mom): No, sweetie.
ELIZABETH: Why not?
ME: Well, Sherwood is a pretty large area, so for all we know they are working on some other neighborhood right now. You know, the information that was stuck inside Nana and Poppy’s said that the [new trash pick-up] program starts October 5. So, we know we’ll get one before then.
ELIZABETH: [heavy sigh]
WILL (from the back seat)(indignantly): My [3rd grade school TV show theme-song musical] program isn’t on October 5th! It’s on October 9th!
ME (still playing the role of patient, loving, explanatory Mom): Will, we’re not talking about the school program, we’re talking about the trash can program.
ELIZABETH: Yeah, remember Will?
JONATHAN (coming up for air out of the book he’s currently buried in): What? Did you say you were talking about the trash cans?
ME: [heavy sigh]
WILL (with rapturous joy): I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE TRASH CANS!