October 24, 2007 | by Rachel
Yesterday Winfield started frantically tugging on me and shouting, "Neat truck!" I then realized that it did sound like there was a truck or some other loud mechanical thing outside. Win and I quickly dashed to the front door so that we would not miss the 'neat truck.' Fortunately, it had parked right in front of our house and spent about 10 minutes there cleaning the sewer or something. Here's Win propped up on a chair so the he could watch the 'neat truck.'