One day in St. Louis, MO, my 3 1/2-year-old grandson and I watched as a large garbage truck used its forklift to unload garbage cans in the neighbourhood. Joshua especially liked hearing the siren sound as the truck backed up. A few days later, we were standing in line at the local grocery store check-out. A very large woman was in front of us when her pager went off. In the loudest 3 1/2-year- old-voice he could muster, Joshua said, "We'd better move Poppa; I think she's going to back up."   Submitted By: NULL