Thursdays are the best

When the garbage truck came by on our side of the street, Malcolm and I were standing in the window watching (naturally). The garbage man made a little mess, spilling part of our trash on the road. This troubled Malcolm very much, and he urgently wanted to have it cleaned up. As we got ready to go out, he went down the hall to the closet where we keep the vacuum cleaner. I got it out, thinking he wanted to help me vacuum the living room after we got back in (I had, after all, told him earlier that we were going to do some cleaning today). But he had in his mind that we should take the vacuum outside with us, for that is where the mess was.