Johnny loves trucks. Especially firetrucks. If he hears a siren, he runs to the window to watch it blare by, and when one was parked outside our house for half an hour last week, he sat and looked at it for the entire thirty minutes.
So when I heard that all the city firehouses were having an open house on Saturday, I thought Johnny would love it!
Maureen did not sleep well Saturday morning and I had to work in the afternoon, so when she fell asleep around noon, John took Johnny to the firehouse by himself.
They were the only visitors there and the firefighter giving the tour was really being hospitable.
He even offered Johnny a chance to climb on the truck!
But he was too scared. He clung to John like a barnacle, saying, "No, no climb on truck, truck is scary."
Oh well. Maybe next year.
So when I heard that all the city firehouses were having an open house on Saturday, I thought Johnny would love it!
Maureen did not sleep well Saturday morning and I had to work in the afternoon, so when she fell asleep around noon, John took Johnny to the firehouse by himself.
They were the only visitors there and the firefighter giving the tour was really being hospitable.
He even offered Johnny a chance to climb on the truck!
But he was too scared. He clung to John like a barnacle, saying, "No, no climb on truck, truck is scary."
Oh well. Maybe next year.
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