Garbage-d

Today is our garbage day. As the garbage man came I went over to talk to them for a minute, and to thank them with a tip because we had put quite a bit out. Anyway, the whole time I could hear Julie fussing, but she was just standing on the porch, so I knew she was fine.

When they left our conversation went something like this.

Julie-- "what dat guy doing to da garbaged?"
Mom-- "he took it away in his truck, because it's garbage"
J- :crying: "dat's daddy's garbaged. Dat guy took my daddy's garbaged"
M- "that's okay Julie, we wanted him to take it"
J- "not your garbaged, daddy's garbaged!" (how dare I speak for her father's trash).

After this went on for awhile, I decided this was something only daddy could clear up. We called him, and a very distressed Julie explained that the garbage-d man had taken 'daddy's' garbage-d. She spoke with conviction while pointing, making serious faces and even crossed her arms.

Apparently, even daddy's explanation and approval wasn't adequate... the rest of the morning, anytime we would hear the trucks in our sub she yelled-- "bring back my daddy's GARBAGE-D!!!.