Tuesdays and Fridays are practically holidays around our house. It all begins early in the morning, as the boys help Jeremy take out the trash. From then on, it's all pins and needles until the moment arrives. What moment, you ask? Have you ever lived in a house with two adorable little boys?
The moment when the garbage men come.
We hear the distant rumble of the diesel truck. Someone yells out, "The men!!" (or, if Cory hears them first, "EEEEEEeeeeee!!!") And the boys bolt for the window. They clamor onto the couch and wait, hearts racing...
The men drive up to the road in front of our house. The boys squeal and wave. The men yell, "Hello, little buddies!" and wave. The man in the truck honks and honks. Iain, still waving, starts yelling, "The men beeped at me!" (Never was there a greater understatement: garbage trucks do not "beep.") And the waving, squealing, and yelling persists until the men are out of sight.
What fun garbage men we have. Maybe I should make them some cookies.
So these videos seem to be making a liar out of me. So subdued. No screaming or squealing, and Iain said "honk" instead of "beep." This must have been an off-day. I promise, there's usually so much more energy! Just ask Jeremy; he'll back me up. :)
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Living on the same street, I know when the garbage men are in front of your home because I hear the beeping. Knowing the joy they bring to Iain and Cory, I smile every time!
All I know is, my Friday went MUCH better after playing with these two adorable little boys!
I remember garbage days, as well. I certainly believe the excitement they usually have! They were probably just being "cool" for the camera.
One of my earliest memories is when The Garbage Man gave me A Piece of GUM. See the uppercase letters? That's how big of an impression it made on me. It's not just little boys. I think Mom used to let us drag our chairs out to sit and watch?
Your memory is correct, Phyllis.
Allie, this is so funny. My mom has a picture of Robbie and me in nothing but our big, bubble winter coats - you know, the kind that is vinyl and thick - standing on the couch, looking out the window at the garbage men. Our tiny little bare bottoms were sticking out from underneath our coats. I don't know what possessed us to be half naked with only the addition of such a heavy coat, but I do know that we both wanted to be garbage people when we grew up!
I'll vouch for you Allie. I've never seen the boys as subdued at the sight of "the men" as they are in your video. I think you need a new video :)Nona
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