Weiners on the Glass at the Clore Household

In the past, our garbage men used to be well, jerks. For instance, they would leave snarky notes on our big green can when the pail was too full for the lid to close snuggly. They starting refusing to take any of the bags sitting next to the can. How dare they refuse to take our garbage and chastise us for constantly breaking the rules! The nerve ;)

After about the third nasty note, I broke down and went to their offices to purchase the extra tags (which are insanely expensive) we would need on those rare days when we had too much garbage to fit in the can. We began to use those tags and the garbage men became much more friendly...they started to smile and wave if they saw us and they even began to bring the can half way up the driveway after emptying it. Once we gave them bottles of booze for Christmas, things really turned around. Not only did they continue to wave as us but they began to bring our can all the way up to the house which is incredibly nice because we have a long driveway.

My son loves the garbage men. He is literally obsessed. As soon as he hears that truck rumble through the neighbor he starts to lose his mind and scream excitedly that the orange truck is coming. Typically, I am getting Trent dressed for the day when the garbage truck comes by our house. Being that the changing table is directly under the window, Trent can see the men jump out of the truck and get our garbage and this is when he really loses his mind. He bangs on the window and screams excitedly all the while waving furiously. Seems cute right?

Well, being that I am in the process of changing him, he is usually stark naked when he waves to the guys. As soon as he gets a wave in, I usually grab him and set him back on the dresser and proceed to dress him. This last time however, Trent was not having it. He kept jumping back up, waving and screaming, "Hewoooooo, garbage man. Hewooo." When the truck began to pull away, he pressed his entire body against the window, boy parts and all, and screamed hysterically, "Don't go, garbage man, please don't go." As I saw his little body pressed against the glass, a line from the movie Varsity Blues came to mind. It's the one from the police officer who is describing how out of control the members of the football team are behaving:

Police Officer: They put them wieners on the glass at the Alano Club, while the ladies were rehearsing the Christmas pageant.

As they were driving away, I noticed that they did a double take and  were laughing hysterically which made me laugh hysterically as well. I thought, "He put his weiner on the glass at the Clore household while his mom was trying to get him dressed." Hopefully, the men got a good laugh from my son's behavior and next week, I am going to try to make sure that he is dressed before they come by the house!