Waiting for the Garbage Truck

This is not my favourite past time but it is Henry's. He is obsessed with trucks and anything that has "weewaws" (wheels) and makes big loud noises. Every Tuesday the Garbage truck comes to collect our weekly trash. Henry can hear it streets away and starts to tell us that the "big twuck" is on its way. He runs to the window and waits for us to come pick him up for a better view. He starts saying "ooohh wow" when it's still miles from our house. This Tuesday he was in for a treat but it was a frightening treat. He and I went out to the driveway to wait for the truck so we could get a closeup view of it. We waited and waited and finally it made its way to our bins which were loyally waiting to be emptied of the putrid smelling, rotting rubbish. When it got to our house it emptied first the recycling bin which was full of glass bottles and jars. Henry watched intently as the arm lifted the bin. He wasn't prepared however for the explosive sound those bottles made as they crashed into the other bottles already laying low waiting to be turned into other glass bottles and jars. He clung tight to me and started to cry. I think he thought the truck might come collect him out of my arms and throw him in there too. Some of the papers fell on the ground and the truck had to stop right there in front of us and the driver had to get out and pick some of these things up. Henry calmed down for a bit and actually pointed and said "wow". As the truck drove off he waved and said "bye" ferociously as though he was telling it not to bother coming back this way. The thing he thought the most exciting thing in the world turned out to be a big, loud, scary monster.