Got up early to take shower for once before Alston woke. (Sometimes it's the only way to get clean!) It wasn't long before our place was humming with the usual morning activities...making breakfast, consuming coffee....consuming more coffee, checking bus schedules, changing diapers, etc.
beep
Beep
BEEP
grruummmmm
clank, clang
BEEP
grruummmmm
clank, clang
TRASH TRUCK!!!! Or as Alston proclaimed pointing out the window "cuck, cuck!!". Patrick whisked the tot into his arms racing out the door to witness the magic of the
TRASH TRUCK.
From inside, I could hear the garbage collector shout, "Good Morning!!" and imagined his wave thrilling Alston even more. The father-son spectator team walked down the street watching the oversized trash receptacles flip into the giant mouth at the top of the truck.
Who knew trash day was such an awe inspiring thing.
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