Mo loves garbage trucks. And I mean loves.
He runs to the windows when he hears them a-coming. We take walks specifically to follow the garbage truck routes - Mo running from house to house, watching excitedly.
For Halloween, he dressed up as a garbage truck driver. You get the picture.
So tonight I was reading Curly one of Mo's old favorites, Trashy Town. Mo knows it by heart. It's about a trash man who collects all the trash in the town and then has one thing left to clean up - on the last page, he takes a bath.
Mo looked up from the Judy Moody book he was reading with Daddy.
"Is that true?" he asked.
"If you're a trash man, do you really have to take a bath every single day?" he demanded.
"Yep," Daddy and I said in unison.
Mo nodded and listened to the last chapter of his book. Finally, he declared, "Mom. Dad. I've decided. I no longer want to be a garbage truck driver when I grow up."
11 months ago