“Mom, where’s my *stick collection?”
“My sticks. I collect one everywhere I go.”
Suddenly I have an image of the pile of dirty, broken, bug infested kindling that I found **under the kitchen table and threw in the trash.
“Umm, I think it got accidentally thrown away..”
Begin crying, wailing and moaning that brings Dad into the conversation.
“Oh, I’m so sorry Mommy did that. When I was a boy, my parents used to . . .”
The two victims give me the evil glare and wander off while Dad geezes .
* substitute gravel, wood chips, acorns, leaves, bottle tops, milk cartons, wrappers and any other item that would normally be considered trash.
**substitute kitchen, bathroom, my bedroom and anywhere except the child’s room.