Dump Truck Delight

I had just put Son2 down for a nap, and was closing the door to his room, when I noticed the garbage truck sounded louder than usual. Uh oh. The front door was just ajar. I ran downstairs and saw Son1 on our front lanai (Hawaiian word for covered patio). He was watching the truck outside from just outside the front door, in what little he could. Literally. Check out his digs. He wasn't quite dressed, yet. Once he saw me, though, he ran to our front rock wall and took a front seat. Our garbage truck is mechanical, meaning we don't have the guys that hang off the back of the truck and run and grab the trash cans, and dump it in the truck. Nooo. Our trucks have these special fork fingers. The driver just pushes a button, the mechanical fork fingers grab the can, lift it about 20 feet in the air, and dump it in the garbage truck. This is fascinating to kids all over our neighborhoods. The excitement ended with a vigourous wave and shouts of goodbye.