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.