My son and I were digging up dandelions on our hillside Monday when a city truck that cleans the sidewalks headed down our street.
"Oh no," I cried to my son, as we watched water being sprayed on the sidewalk. "There go our chalk drawings."
The driver slowed and turned off the sprayer as he drove past the colorful sailboat, train, rainbows, gulls, flowers and Mother's Day greetings we had drawn in chalk yesterday. He waved to us, then resumed his work farther down the street.
"Oh no," I cried to my son, as we watched water being sprayed on the sidewalk. "There go our chalk drawings."
The driver slowed and turned off the sprayer as he drove past the colorful sailboat, train, rainbows, gulls, flowers and Mother's Day greetings we had drawn in chalk yesterday. He waved to us, then resumed his work farther down the street.
That's cool.
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