I stand at the kitchen sink…waiting for a warming drink to finish in the microwave…
Tall sons are at work in the kitchen.
I glance over.
There is tallest one… slick pulling his t-shirt up over his nose… foot on the trash can pedal.
He states, mumbled in the midst of his shirt, ”This is the one job I think I’d like to build a robot to do.” He is talking to no one in particular.
Companionably chatting with me and another brother.
And there is a grimace and a shudder.
I laugh. Laugh.
I rush away to capture this moment and as I do…
He sings (cheerfully!), in his newly formed, deepened voice-
“O, I hate the trash! O, I hate the trash!”
As he hauls it away down to the garage.
Build a robot. To change and haul trash.
The Things They Say