Talkin' Trash

After lunch today, Weston went into the pantry looking for a little something to eat. He emerged from the pantry clutching a Stackers fruit snack (how the manufacturers feel good about calling rainbow color disks stuck to wax paper "fruit" and why I buy them are topics for another day).

He peeled the wrapper off and sort of flung it in my general direction while saying,"Mom, will you put this in the garbage please? Because you are my garbag-er."

Now, that is something I have never been called before...but, truth be told, I am sure that I am responsible for about 97% of the garbage that makes it in to the cans of this house.

So, Weston was telling the truth, even though he was talking trash.