Working from home has its advantages. Like the Friday morning rubbish collection, which now goes like this:

JB:”Daddy! Daddy! Truck! Truck!”
Me: Go watch the truck with mummy, JB. Daddy has to work.
JB (grabbing my finger in a five-fingered vice): “Truck! Daddy!”
Me (in fear of losing my finger): “Okay then, let’s go. Quick, or we’ll miss it!”

*trotting down the hallway to the front door to the cackles of pure joy from a 21 month old*

JB: “Truck, Daddy.” *laughter*
Me: “I know buddy. Wave bye to the truck.”
JB (waving): “Bye, truck”.

So very, very cute and so very, very awesome.