We have reached that part in toddlerhood where trucks are the “be all end all” of the world. Dump trucks. Cement trucks. Most importantly, garbage trucks.
Wednesday is the greatest day of the week. That’s the day we have two trucks come down our alley, one for garbage, one for yard waste. Every two weeks, so every other Wednesday we have a third truck for recycling come by.
Tevye turns 2 years old in a couple of days, so this is the right age. Some of the kids have entered this phase earlier, some a little later, some had as much intensity as he does with regards to his love for trucks, some have had only a mild interest. Tevye loves trucks. I mean he LOVES them. He gets so excited when he hears them. Walking down the street he points out every one he sees.
Across the alley one of the houses is under construction having a full basement put in. Sometimes there is a digger, sometimes there is a dump truck being filled up, and Tevye watches from our dining room window.
While Wednesday may be the greatest day of the week with at least two garbage trucks coming to the house and many others on the road, Thursday is so much of a let-down with hardly a garbage truck in sight.
“Guck!” he yells when there is a truck nearby. When the garbage truck comes you can hear him yell “Gu-gu guck!”
At least, that’s how I think you spell what he is saying.