I called our local fire department to get a little advice on the smoke detectors we need to buy for our home. After a long and very informative conversation, the fire chief offered to do a home safety inspection. I jumped at the chance to have some assistance in the matter and scheduled an appointment.
To say that Anson is obsessed with firetrucks is an understatement. So many things make him shout firetruck when he sees them.
The motorized grocery cart returns at Target
The new Chick-fila cow advertisements for the spicy chicken sandwich
A siren of any kind (sorry policemen and EMTs...your day in the spotlight will come).
I got Anson dressed in his firetruck shirt and we waited for them to arrive. It felt like Christmas morning when I saw them pull up in the firetruck. I ran to get Anson, and greeted them at the door. Poor guys. I don't think I even acknowledged them at first. I was just waiting to see the expression on my sweet boy's face when he realized what was parked outside.
They couldn't have been nicer. Anson got to sit in the drivers seat. I was shocked when he requested to get down immediately. They offered for Anson and I to sit in the backseat, but again he just wanted out. I guess they're more for looking at right now.
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