Living out in the county does have its advantages. Instead of paying extra in property taxes, the county says “Deal with your trash yourself.”
Now most sophisticated folks will do the easy thing and just hire a waste management company to come by the house once a week and pick up your trash for you…for a price.
But we-uns just ain’t that sophisticated. The money we pay in county taxes also goes toward operating waste facilities and there’s an opportunity for adventure.
The opportunity for adventure hides just beneath the surface of everyday tasks for a 4 year old.
I asked The Firstborn if he wanted to be my helper and go the dump. He was trying to contain his excitement when he asked, “Are we going to drive the truck?”
When I had answered him in the affirmative, he let out a resounding, “WooWhoo.”
I said, “Ok . Get your shoes and your jacket on and we can go.”
He then stopped in his tracks, spun around, and said to me with all the seriousness of a child twice his age,
But Papa, because of the sun I am also going to need my goggles.
Of course you do, son. Of course you do.
The Firstborn’s mother hates it when I let the little ones wear whatever they want in public, but then again, it’s just the dump.
I tried to explain why daddy takes the trash to the dump and about why we pay taxes and how the founding fathers fought against the tyranny of taxes…at which point he said…
Just go superfast please.
I love little adventures like this. I get to see the world through the slightly shaded goggles of a four year old and can appreciate being able to reach the gas pedal.