Trash Man

Jones still takes his "churr" of wheeling in the garbage can every Tuesday very seriously. This Tuesday, I cleaned out the car before we drove to Greenville and realized that we had another bag to take to the curb, so I asked Jones if he wanted to drive it there in the flatbed of Freddie's truck; of course, he did (I said the magic word: DRIVE).

I love this video of the ride that followed.



ME: "... to the trash can, please."
JONES: "You got it, Mama. Here we are, Mama.
ME: "... please."
JONES: You got it. Let me get out, so I can park in the garage in case I need my cowboy."
ME: "... Way to go."
JONES: "I can't do it."
ME: "... bags."
JONES: "Okay! I'm going back to my garage, so I can get my Woody!"
ME: "... help."
JONES: "Thank you. Okay, bye. I'm going to back to the house and get my cowboy, named Sheriff Woody's Hat. Do you want to follow me there, Mama?"
ME: "... there."
JONES: "You got it. Come on! Let's go!"

I also love these pictures of when we got to my parents' house a little over an hour later.