Pesticide Truck
A few weeks ago, Michael saw the Pesticide Truck. Once every few weeks the county sends through a Mosquito Control Spray Truck.
I've learned to listen for the high pitch whirring sound of the truck. As soon as I hear it, I close all our house windows and doors and turn on the A/C (to keep the pesticide from getting into the house).
For Michael, all the commotion of the grown-ups running around frantically to close windows and doors got him excited, like preparing for a big event. I wanted him to know WHY we were closing up the house, so I took him into our office (facing the street), rolled up the shades, turned off the lights, and pointed out the Pesticide Truck.
I was surprised, he was SO EXCITED about it. He watched with fascination when the truck rolled up the street, and then back down, passing our window twice. He waved to it frantically, and after the truck was gone, he kept wanting to see the truck again.
I explained to him that the truck did it's job and needed to get some rest, and he would see it again soon. Fortunately, he forgot about it.
Well this evening, we heard the high-pitched whirring sound, and closed up the house around 9 PM. It took another hour-and-a-half, but the truck finally got to our street. We were in the middle of playing a race car game on the computer, when I heard it coming down the street, turned off the lights, pulled up the shades and said "Look! Pesticide Truck!"
Michael had this look of pure, innocent child wonder and excitement, and he waved to the truck in awe, like someone would wave to a world leader or a major celebrity.
He thought the Pesticide Truck was the greatest thing ever, and he waved again when it drove back, and then ran to tell EVERYONE in the house about it. He ran to Grandpa and yelled "Pesticide Truck!" and then went to Mommy and said "see Pesticide Truck".
It completely made his evening. He completely forgot about the race car video game and went straight to bed.
I've learned to listen for the high pitch whirring sound of the truck. As soon as I hear it, I close all our house windows and doors and turn on the A/C (to keep the pesticide from getting into the house).
For Michael, all the commotion of the grown-ups running around frantically to close windows and doors got him excited, like preparing for a big event. I wanted him to know WHY we were closing up the house, so I took him into our office (facing the street), rolled up the shades, turned off the lights, and pointed out the Pesticide Truck.
I was surprised, he was SO EXCITED about it. He watched with fascination when the truck rolled up the street, and then back down, passing our window twice. He waved to it frantically, and after the truck was gone, he kept wanting to see the truck again.
I explained to him that the truck did it's job and needed to get some rest, and he would see it again soon. Fortunately, he forgot about it.
Well this evening, we heard the high-pitched whirring sound, and closed up the house around 9 PM. It took another hour-and-a-half, but the truck finally got to our street. We were in the middle of playing a race car game on the computer, when I heard it coming down the street, turned off the lights, pulled up the shades and said "Look! Pesticide Truck!"
Michael had this look of pure, innocent child wonder and excitement, and he waved to the truck in awe, like someone would wave to a world leader or a major celebrity.
He thought the Pesticide Truck was the greatest thing ever, and he waved again when it drove back, and then ran to tell EVERYONE in the house about it. He ran to Grandpa and yelled "Pesticide Truck!" and then went to Mommy and said "see Pesticide Truck".
It completely made his evening. He completely forgot about the race car video game and went straight to bed.
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