Tuesday is trash day

I think I might have crushed a dream today. My three year old and I were outside today when the recycling truck came down the alley. He begged me to stop doing yard work so we could watch the truck. When it pulled up to our curb, the driver motioned us over so we could watch the recycling get compacted into the truck. We did, and it was loud. I heard a bit of a whimper and looked to see my boy (who regularly runs around happily saying 'Tuesday is trash day!' and who, at the first distant rumble of a garbage truck, drops anything in order to get to a window as fast as possible) frowning deeply. His lower lip quivered, "I want to go inside!" and when we did, these words: " I do NOT like garbage trucks!"

Batteries, batteries, batteries

My three year old got a non-mechanized toy motorcycle for his birthday this weekend, and he's been asking me to 'push the button,' and 'make it go' over and over. Finally he said "turn it ON mommy!", to which I replied, 'it doesn't have any batteries!' And he said "Oh dear! We better go to the store and get some!"

That's it. No more toys with batteries.