{NOTE: Due to a Blogger.com complication, this post says that Heather wrote it, but actually it is posted by Braydon}
Regular readers know there is a whole history to this whole garbage truck/trash guys thing (for example, click here & here & here).
This morning I was putting out a mess of boxes (we cleaned our basement last weekend and the boxes I had collected as "official box collector" had to be thrown out finally) when the BFI truck rolled into our neighborhood. The boys came scurrying out in their PJ's to go see, and tore down to the end of the driveway.
By the time I got there, Owen was already chatting it up with the guy who throws the trash into the back. I encouraged O to do "cool" (where you hit your fist on the other person's fist - also known as "pounding") with him - which the guy loved - he was beaming and laughing while Owen hit his fist to the guy's fist. Then Kyle came up and did the same thing. It was a riot.
Then the boys got the joy of all joys - watching him throw the trash into the back of the truck. "Papi - you see that throw in the truck? You see that?" And "wow! you see that?!?!" And jumping up and down when the compactor crushed the trash - "Papi, you see that trash truck?!?! wow - what's that?" (in response to a cracking sound of trash being compacted).
The guys honked the horn as they drove off, capping the whole glorious experience in a meaningful "hooooonk!" that K&O loved. We carried the trash can back down and had to have it go "bump bump" off the end of the drive way.
When we were done, we dusted our hands off and said "all done!" Another Friday trash run completed successfully. 
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