Watching The Trash

Kiddo was running some trash out to the dumpster this morning. She flew out the door happily enough, then flew right back in. 

"Hey Grandma, is it okay if I wait to run the trash out?"

"Why?"

"The Grouchy Old Man is outside."

"How about if I come sit outside?"

"Deal. You watch him. In case he tries anything."

Like what, my girl? Threatens you in his grouchy voice? Whatevs. I've got your back!

Hey Geniuses!

"Hey geniuses! Make room for the ambulance!"

While we waited at a red light, watching traffic refuse to move for the ambulance with lights on and siren wailing. She sounded remarkably like ... well ... me.