Non Sequitur

This morning on the way to school the boys were yelling about whose turn it was to talk, each wanting desperately to tell me something. I told West he could go first. He took a deep breath and said, "Carpet cleaner!"

"All right, thank you West. And what did you want to say Cash?"

"I have a tree for my woodpecker."

Great. I'm glad you boys could that off your chests.