Devin likes bin day.
This particular day, the truck was idling across the road for a long time. I’m not sure why. But Devin loved it.
It gave him time to establish a routine of grape-eating and truck-watching.
Run to bowl, stuff grape in mouth, run back to door. I kept telling him he could take the bowl to the door. He eventually moved it to halfway between his shelf and the door.
Our bin was finally emptied, and then the truck was gone, and our day could continue.