Me: I have to carry all the things with the stuff and wanted to do it tomorrow…
Him: Do you want me to look…
Me: I don’t think we have a thing.
Him: I could pick one up to go with the crayons? Eight?
Me: No, twenty-four. With the flappy top kind?
Him: Locking?
Me: No, just fitting with the fitting parts.
Him: I’m on it. I could, you know, a dolly or cart or something?
Me: No. No. No.
Him: What’s a pazcki?
*End Scene*
Ok, I am confused.