we're not sure where his imagination comes from...

for those of you that can't tell, this is wes' bed turned into a garbage truck. and, that's the garbage man hanging off the back of it riding around the neighborhood picking up garbage. he would walk around upstairs and pick up a stuffed animal or a shirt, and while tossing it into his truck you could hear him mumbling, "shoooo. that's some stinky garbage!"


and the handy dandy stethoscope attached to the end of the crib (truck) is his lever. he would lift up on it to "help the garbage get in and squish it up real good."

i think it's safe to say that he's been paying a little too much attention to our garbage pick up lately!