Garbage

Dear Jon:

The garbage truck—one of the highlights of your Tuesdays and Fridays—always comes at 8 a.m., an hour or more after you wake up. So why is it that on RARE days that you decide to sleep in past 7, the garbage truck comes at 7:05, squealing its breaks and beeping its back-up horn, making you wake up and scream in panic, “Garbage truck, mommydaddy, garbage truck”—which roughly translates into “For the sake of all that is holy, get me out of this bed and don’t let me miss witnessing the miracle of trash removal!”

I love and adore you despite this injustice,
Mom