Thursdays are special in our house. It's garbage day, my daughter's favorite day of the week. She listens all morning for the sound of the truck as it approaches our street and can't wait to rush outside to watch Mr. Chris or Mr. Jay take away this week's garbage and green waste (or recycling, depending on the week).
Last week, Mr. Chris told us that there are a couple of little boys on his route that jump up and down and shriek with delight when he comes around the corner. One little boy's mother asked him last week, "How does it feel to be a rock star?"
It's true. Those guys are practically celebrities to small children. They come cruising up in their big trucks, extending the truck's arm to pick up the can, then hopping out to say "hi" and hand out lollipops.
My Little Miss is all grins and excited wiggles until we get outside. Then she puts on her shy face while I spend a few minutes chatting with Mr. Chris or Mr. Jay about the weather, their teenage daughters or the upcoming weekend. Sometimes she'll share a tiny smile or a wave goodbye.
They tell me she makes their day. They've certainly made hers.