As soon as Sam's little ears hear that garbage truck coming, his face lights up as he jumps up and down yelling "'Druck! Druck!!!". Mama knows that it doesn't matter where we are or what we are doing, we must quickly run to the window (or door if we are dressed tee, hee) to watch the truck grab the garbage can, flinging it's contents into the truck to be mashed. It's fascinating and wonderful and garbage day is the best day of the week as far as he is concerned.
Reminds me of a story of a little boy that wanted to grow up and be a garbage man. He loved watching that truck just as much, if not more, than little Sammy. The way the men grabbed the cans and flung them in and pulled the lever to compact it in. His Mama said it didn't matter if he was swimming in the bath, if he heard that truck coming, he had to be there for it.
This morning, I watched my Ryan lift my Sammy J up to see out the upstairs window watching that neat garbage truck do its job. Ryan enthusiastically pointing at the truck and watching Sam's amazement. My grown up man and his son sharing the same passions in life.
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We are always running to the window to see the garbage truck...even when we are still in bed and trying to sleep! something funny is when Andrew was younger and found out how much garbage men made in New York, he decided that is what he wanted to do! Good thing he changed his mind on that one!
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