Garbage Trucks and Freeways

Grey is infamously adverse to freeways. We don't know why, but he complains, "Are we getting on the fweeway? I don't like fweeways!," every time we drive anywhere. Today while driving, with his pup by his side he decided, "I like fweeways, Mom. Pluto, do you like fweeways?" Amused he began laughing, "Mom, Pluto said he doesn't like fweeways....Do you like fweeways, Pluto? Mom! Pluto said he doesn't like fweeways AGAIN! He cwacks (cracks) me up," he said with a grin.

Grey loves garbage trucks. He rushes to the front window to watch the beloved garbage truck ritual every Tuesday morning. Picking up trash and dumping it. He watches in awe and giggles occasionally, each time asking me where it is going next. Every time, I answer, "On to the next house to pick up the trash and take it to the dump."
During our car ride, the same ride as our "fweeway" conversation, Grey pointed out several garbage trucks of different colors and sizes. This pleased him. However, after deep thought, I suspect, he said, "Mom, there are too many garbage trucks in this town."