The Boy loves cars. I mean loves cars. He has a sizable collection of matchbox cars (yes, that is a brand name but like Kleenex, it’s come to represent the object in general), mostly thanks to Nana and Papa, and among these cars is a garbage truck. A favorite. And that explains his interest in the following exchange.
- The Boy
- Garbage truck coming today?
- The Tata
- No, not today. Tomorrow.
- The Boy
- Tomorrow? Tursday?
- The Tata, in mild shock
- What did you say?
- The Boy
- Garbage truck not coming today?
- The Tata
- No, no, what day did you say tomorrow is?
- The Boy
- Tursday
- The Tata
- And today?
- The Boy
- Wesday
In the car, I tell K about this conversation.
“Really? Where did he learn that?” she wonders aloud in Polish, turning to E in the back seat and asking, “E, who taught you this?”
“E!” he squeals.