Tuesday is trash/recycling day on our street. Eleanor gets excited because she gets a rare glimpse of "trash boy" (her/our name for the trash collector) - we peer out of Ella's window down at him while he empties the can and bin with total economy of movement. "Trash boy!"
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Loved the pix - made me "hear" that sweet little voice whispering "trash boy" "trash boy" and climbing up to that window. Oh how I wish she were close enough to fold into my arms.
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