Every Tuesday morning Grayson and I race into my bedroom at slightest sound of the garbage truck. It comes by twice. One truck comes comes down the street next to us and only comes near our house to turn around. This short sighting almost always leads to cries from Grayson for "More! More babage truck!".
The second sighting of the day is much more exciting. This visit is from the truck who picks up our garbage. Grayson watches in wonder as the garbage man picks up our trash can and tosses it into the truck.
Who knew that garbage could be so thrilling?!
Ahhh...life through the eyes of an almost two year old.
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