Around here, Friday is trash day.
Which means every Friday morning I make a sweep through the house and find all of the trash that J forgot to put at the curb (he generally misses the bin in the kids bath, office and - most unfortunate - the diaper pail).
But it also means that I put on my super-duper-listening-ears.
Because I have a little boy who loves to watch the trash man take our garbage :)
And, even though he is inherently a bit creepy, we must have a pretty good trash man. When he sees JJ's little face smashed up against the living room window he makes sure to do "the big dump" and empty the collection bin into the truck.
And then JJ claps.