Recently, our public works changed our recycling pickup from once weekly to every other week by trading out our smaller bins for full-size 90-gallon models. Actually, they didn’t really trade them out and the deliver of said bins was several weeks late, but no matter that. What’s important to this story is that our across the street single guy neighbor still has his old smaller bin just sitting out in his driveway right where random 13 month old toddlers can toddle over and nab it.
That’s right. Remy LOVES dragging the empty recycle bin up and down our cul de sac, with frequent detours up neighbor’s driveways to get a closer look at the big yard waste, trash can and recycle bins. I have to wonder if the neighbor guy notices that the bin moves it’s location day to day.
Remy also has learned to say “woof woof” when he hears a dog bark and “uh oh!” when…well…whenever. Well, I’m pretty tired and that’s all I can think of right now. Later.