His secret plot

There are days when I think Jory’s goal in life is to drive me batty. I ran into the kitchen to do something and what do I see sitting next to the backdoor - - the trash. Which is odd because I was pretty sure he had told me that he had taken the trash out. How do you collect the trash, then leave it at the backdoor?

“Jory, come here. Really, dude? I thought you said you took the trash out.”

Blank stare. “I didn’t,” he mumbled.

“Why?”

“Because- - I don’t know,” he mumbled some more continuing with the blank stare.

“If I hadn’t come back in the kitchen would you have left the trash by the door?” So then Oma, who gets home first, could have yelled at me about the trash sitting next to the door. And really if you pick up the trash, take it to the door, is it really that hard to take it out the door, put it in the trashcan, then come back inside the house and lock the door? Ugh! It is a conspiracy to send me to the nut house.

Blank stare with fingers in his mouth.

“What should you do with the trash after you finish collecting it?”

“Take it outside to the trashcan.”

“Then let’s do that, okay? And if you can’t follow through on this job, we’ll have to give this chore to Rowan to do.”

“Noooo! I can do it. I can do it!”

“We’ll see.”