garbage truck

This morning, when the garbage truck went by, I'm not sure who was more excited about it, Kekoa or Malia.  Both kids were screaming and Malia had this look of panic on her face, like she was going to miss it.  I quickly picked her up and brought her over to the window.  She was waving and saying "hi" to the garbage truck...then Kekoa corrected me, "mama, it's the recycling truck.  The garbage truck came when we were sleeping."