Garbage

DH hates clutter - to the point where he will just throw out anything in his path when he reaches a tipping point. I am, on the other hand, not so much bothered by clutter. Dirt, filth, that stuff bothers me and that's the stuff DH doesn't see. "Why don't you just tell me we need to clean the bathroom?" What? You don't see how gross it is? Why do I have to bring it up - you're in there too! Anyway, I pretend I'm over that but apparently I am not.

The point of the story is that Mack was throwing out garbage and found DD's bag of note cards, a gumball machine we were hiding from them in a high shelf, a paper windsock that was hanging in DD's classroom until today, a spinny top to a toy that is broken, and some other toy. "Mom," he marched into my room to address me.

"Mommy, you cannot frow out dees fings!"

"Mack, what are you doing rooting through the garbage."

"I'm findin my stuff in da gawbage and you should not frow out our fings out in dare."

"That's disgusting."

"Vat's not disgusting. Vat's mine and DD's stuff."

So now I get to retell the story to DH when he gets home. He won't care, he's just happy the stuff is not in his way anymore. But he isn't the one that was confronted by the 2 year old!