It's the little things that can thrill a young child's heart. Yesterday, as one of the garbage trucks that come by on Fridays was coming down our street after emptying a dumpster at a nearby church, it pulled to a stop in front of our house. Dylan, Cooper, and I were standing there as we always are when the weather is nice on Garbage Day. Dylan...and now Cooper...is absolutely obsessed with garbage trucks. As Dylan stood beside me in wide-eyed wonder, the sanitation worker jumped out of his big truck and came over to him. "Hey there, big guy!" he said. "I still have a button that needs pushing and a lever that needs pulling." He reached his arms out to Dylan. "Do you think you're up to the job?" My grandson, who is usually quite shy about being touched by anyone he doesn't know well, jumped into the man's arms. The gentleman took him over to the truck and as Dylan pushed the button, then pulled the lever, he explained what the truck was doing and allowed Dylan the time to watch the process. As he brought Dylan back over to me and set him down I told him, "You don't know what a gift you just gave to this little boy!" and I thanked him profusely for taking the time to let Dylan experience being a "gar-car worker dude" for a day. And believe me...Dylan relived it all day long.