My Somewhat Annual Performance Review

I have been trying for the last hour to understand a certain word that Caleb has been trying to tell me. He kept pulling on my leg or yanking my hand saying "car plow." So I think I understand "car" and I open the car bucket. The shrieks that came out of his mouth let me know that the car bucker was not the object he was looking for. Maybe looking at something outside? No the thrashing on the floor was probably a good hint that I was still not on the right track. So I pick his limp body up and carry him thru each room in the house carefully pointing at random objects each time asking, "Is this what you want?" Each time getting a varied but none the less, ear piercing response that my guess was not the right one. What seems like hours later I near the coffee table and see on the floor his Cars pillow. Car plow = car pillow? Hmmm. I am thinking this could be it! I pick it up and ask him, "Is this what you want? Your Cars Pillow? And he looks at me like I have just discovered the light bulb, hugs my leg like a life preserver and says, "Good job MOM!!!" And you know what? At that moment I really did feel like I had just discovered a way to make cars run on garbage. I think I ought to wait a while before I ask him if I did a good enough job to get a raise. Crossing my fingers on that one.