We can detect the sound from a mile away. The trash truck. Even Austin, at 18 months old, knows the sound. And as soon as his little ears find it, I start hearing, "Ta tuck! Ta tuck! Ta tuck!" And, "It's coming, it's coming!" from Cooperman. I'm sure when Little One is here, he, too, will join in our Thursday ritual.
Boys and their obsession with trash trucks...not sure I will ever
understand it. We have been watching the trash truck come down our
alley and pick up our trash cans almost every week for at least two
years now. We have the same trash truck crew, and they are always
friendly with the boys. We give them Dr. Pepper and water regularly,
bake them cookies on special occasions, and always make sure to give
them a big, "thank you" each week. They've even congratulated me on
Little One joining our family and frequently comment on how big the boys
are getting. I often wonder if other people watch them like we do, or if we are that house. Either way, the boys enjoy "the show" and I always try to make it a lesson in giving thanks to others for providing a service to us, especially like taking care of our trash. And it's a great time to talk about trash and recycling, what all that means and where it all goes. (Which is amazing to me, because I don't think I knew what "recycling" really meant until I was nearing the end of college.)
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