While cooking supper...
Jackson: I saw mama.
Mama: Oh. You did? Ok.
Jackson: I saw daddy.
Mama: Oh, yeah? I did too. Where did he go?
Jackson: I saw Elvis.
Mama: Did he go with daddy?
(I finally look up and see Jack headed toward the dog with the green-handled SAW from his tiny toolbox.)
Mama: Hang on, now! Don't saw Elvis.
Jackson: Mama, where trash cans go?
Mama: I don't know. Where did they go?
Jackson: Garbage man came, Mama. It's Tuesday.