Maya steals Luna bars out of my purse sometimes. Tonight, she finished one and I took the wrapper and set it down on a side table. I gave her a toy* to play with and she refused to play with the toy and started saying a word I couldn’t understand, over and over again. It sounded like: CHASH. CHASH. CHASH.
Chash.
Chash?
Chash.
I was stumped. I followed her gaze to the side table. It fell on the Luna bar wrapper.
Trash? I asked her.
YEAH! she said. I handed her the wrapper, and she ran to the trash can, then returned to watching Mother Goose rhymes.
*iphone
