My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

Kal’s a good neighbor. Once a week I pull up to the house and spread a bunch of junk out and start sorting it. What to keep, what to sell, what to donate and what to throw out.
Today I had a truckful to unpack – a woman down the block is moving and gave me as much as I could haul away. Thing is, she’s a smoker. A lot of stuff I just left on the curb for the smoke tolerant scroungers.
I was trying to decide what pile the Xbox 360 discs should go in when Kal came out.
“You didn’t work today?” I asked. His new blue Tundra hadn’t moved since morning.
“Had a little incident with the girls this morning.” He put his hands in his pockets and waited for my question.
“Why? What happened?”
“My oldest fed a battery to the baby.” He smiled and shook his head and I started laughing.
“You didn’t ask what size!” he said.
“What size?” I asked.
“A frickin’ D cell!”
“What?!”
“no, it was just a little watch battery. Still, I took her to the doctor.”
The doctor said she’d poop it out. We laughed some more and I gave Kal some electrical switch boxes and a broken DeWalt work radio.