Driving in the car past the lot where the garbage trucks are parked...
Larkin: Look Kahlil, garbage trucks. Maybe you will work here some day.
Kahlil: Oh, I WILL work there!
Bedtime...
Kahlil: Mom, when will I be an adult?
Larkin: In fourteen years.
Kahlil: Nooo... That's TOO long to wait to drive a garbage truck.
Kahlil was at Trish's house to watch the tractors working...
Trish: Kahlil, watch closely. You might drive a tractor some day.
Kahlil: No. I'm going to drive a garbage truck.
Bedtime...
Kahlil: How many days to garbage day?
Larkin: Today is Tuesday and garbage day is Monday, so six days.
Kahlil: So tomorrow it will be five days, and then the next day it will be four days, and then the next day it will be three days, and then the next day it will be two days, and then the next day it will be one day!
Today while watching the tree guys taking down a couple of damaged trees (and the only chink in his armor to date)...
Kahlil: Maybe I'll drive a tree truck if I get tired of driving garbage trucks.
Here he is waiting patiently for the... you guessed it... garbage truck. On Monday mornings he springs out of bed and dashes outside to wait. We give him breakfast out there so he has a chance of seeing a garbage truck before leaving for daycare. Lucky for him, we are back home in the early afternoon on Mondays. The first thing he does when we return home is check all three bins - garbage, yard waste, and recycling - to see which trucks have already come and he puts the empty bins away. Then he takes up his place on the rock to wait...