Wednesdays are pretty spectacular because the garbage man comes. As soon as breakfast is over, we put on our shoes and head out front to wait for the truck to come to our house (reliably at 7:55, week after week). The anticipation builds and builds, and when the truck finally arrives, Max runs down the sidewalk beside it for several stops, waving and waving to the garbage guys. It makes for quite a start to the day!
