The husband of one of the moms at play group is a fireman (captain, no less!) so we got to tour the firehouse, learn about smoke detectors and firefighter gear, climb in one of the trucks, and shoot water from one of the hoses. I forgot to bring my camera (shocking!) so I'll see if I can get pictures from one of the other moms. It took Elena a little bit to warm up to everything since it's all so *big* but she had a good time.
So good a time that when she saw a firetruck at our house, this morning (they were doing inspections and installing a smoke detector and fire extinguisher in the laundry room), she wanted to go see it. We found the firemen that went with it and chatted, telling them about our field trip the day before. On the way back to the house, we passed the truck again, and I heard a little "want to ride" squeak out of Elena's mouth.
"It's not my truck, sweetheart. We'll have to ask the firemen."
So we went back to the firemen, she stood nervously next to one's leg, then said "pleeeaaase."
"Do you want to ride the firetruck?"
"Uh-huh!"
We climbed in, tapped on one of the hats, looked at the heavy coats, and checked out the big boots. The firemen found Elena a tiny stuffed bunny and some fireman-badge stickers. Then they had to leave for their next stop and we had to hop off. It was really fun, though.
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That's neat! Firemen are great. One of Bridget's friends had a birthday party at the firestation last year - all of the kids loved it!
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