This is what happens every single time we hear a loud and large truck outside.
stands on his stool...
and waits...
and waits...
until I hear...
"Look Mom! I see a trash truck!"
This is the highlight of his morning.
Disclaimer: Please ignore the drapes; they came with the house and we haven't replaced them... just tied them up to keep them from collecting dog hairs from off of the floor. Tacky? Yes, I know. Hey - at least we didn't resort to hanging a bed sheet in front of the window (yet) like we did with our first house. Fairy Grandmother finally gave us the "green light" to pick out some window treatments as a birthday gift for the two of us because I think that she was tired of coming to our house and looking at the bed sheet hanging in the front window.
2 comments:
I just love our little Bro man!!
That's okay... he comes by it honestly.. I always loved to watch the trash truck... and if I catch one loading up the big dumpsters at the "green box" I still stop and watch!
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