Recycling Day

Monday mornings in our house always include lots of watching and waving at the recycling men. We have a guy for glass and a guy for everything else. T stands on the table and watches over the back fence as the guys move and load the bins. Then, when the trucks start beeping their back-up songs, he runs to the front door, swings it open and waves good bye as they leave. We repeat the whole thing again on Thursdays when the garbage man comes. The only difference is that the garbage man actually knows that T is watching so he waves or honks when he leaves.