"Motorcycle Box"

Thursday is recycle day. We have a green, plastic box that we fill up during the week with all of the plastic and paper to recycle. So, I went out side to throw something away and said to myself, "where did my recycle box go?" Apparently Wesley heard me. I went in and Wesley kept asking me, "mom, did you find your motorcycle box?". I was so confused. He asked if I checked the garage. He even went and looked in the garage for me. So, through a series of confusing conversations about the "motorcycle box", I finally figure out what he means.........THE RECYCLE BOX! It had blown a little way down the street. So, Wesley went and got it for me. So, funny.