Read My Mind

I laid in bed this morning feeling very yucky and I could hear the trash guy drive by to the end of the circle. I yelled (which ended up being a weak murmur in my sleep) and somehow Alex and Beth read my mind. I heard them running down the driveway with the trash can yelling at them not to drive by. I think they were making up for the toast disaster they made in the kitchen while I was sleeping off the flu...