The Garbageman

At 6:45 this morning, we woke up the sound of C saying “tuk, tuk”.

Apparently, he has realized the connection between Friday morning and the arrival of the Garbage Truck. It has a bright yellow light, and sounds like a big garbage truck should.

So, Bells has gotten in the routine of taking him outside to see the sight.

And now, one of the burly and bald garbage men comes over and chats with C in between tossing black plastic bags into the loud jaws at the back of the truck.

It’s all quite a sight (worthy of a future picture): little kid in pjs, Mum in pink bath robe, big garbage man saying “Allo. Wadda you tink of da truck?”, flashing yellow light, all on a narrow street in the morning light.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Fantastic! When Bobby was just about C's age, they built a parking garage downtown - just a couple blocks walk. We used to spend a fair amount of time just sitting and watching; first diggers then cranes ... all great fun. Some morning go across the street and down a bit then get a picture!

- ubu

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