Benjamin staggered around for most of the day (a few days ago) because of a scrape on his knee. He held his shorts up so that the cloth wouldn’t touch his wound.
This specific scenario didn’t happen quite like this, but the garbage truck on our street really does trump everything else that’s going on – including breakfast, reading books (!), playing, drawing, or getting a diaper change.
After YEARS of waving to the garbage truck driver, starting from when Steven was a year old or so, we finally met him earlier this month when the boys brought out bags of candy to share. His name is Gustavo, and he even let the boys (who were brave enough) climb inside the cab!
Here are pictures from the last few years of our boys waiting for the garbage truck: