One of the things we've had the boys do this past year is provide a drink to the great men who work for the city and pick up our trash. We've missed a few weeks here and there but almost every Thursday, the boys can be found running a pop, water or Gatorade out to them. Recently, we've been giving them Pepsi since we don't drink regular pop and somehow have a ton of it in our fridge.
The trash truck was late today and the boys were napping, or so I thought, when they came. Isaac just came running out of his room and yelled at me, "Momma, we didn't get the guys their beer!!"
Isaac: "We didn't give the trash truck guys their beer this week!!"
Me: "Honey, we give them a Pepsi, not a beer!"
Isaac, running out the door screaming his head off for everyone in the world to hear, "WAIT, come back, I'll get you your beer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I can only thank God that the windows are closed this time of year.
And, rest assured, the guys will be back in a few hours to pick up the recycling stuff so we'll be sure and get them their "beer" then!