Yesterday, we took a stroll down the block to the local firehouse only to find ... no firetrucks. They were out on a call. So Jack checked out the poles (and the clamshell - great idea!). He checked out the ambulance and the flashing lights (thanks Bob!). Then the firetruck came back - and backed into the firehouse, right under Jackie's nose! Talk about wide eyed. Then the big firefighter, Gardner, said, "Hop on in!" To which both Jack and dada said, "Really?!" "Sure!" he said. So in Jack hopped - into the real live firetruck. Jack showed no hesitation and felt right at home up high in the truck. He grabbed the wheel, then posed for photos, then asked, "How old before I can sign up?!"
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