Like most boys, my three year old son has a somewhat obsessive interest in big trucks. On trash days, he runs to the door to watch the garbage trucks as they make stops along our street picking up and emptying the trash cans. He is always the first to point out the yellow school buses whether he spots one while we are driving or if one drives past our house. His fascination with fire trucks began when he and his cousin watched a short video about fire trucks during one of our many playdates. This fascination was realized on a whole different level when my son attended his cousin’s birthday party.
The birthday party was set for the park with a playground and plenty of picnic tables. On the day of the party, we bundled up before heading out in preparation for the particularly chilling day (temperatures were in the high thirties). When we arrived at the park, we waited for the birthday boy to arrive, then we followed him to the party spot. While we waited for the other guests to arrive the boys played on the playground while the girls slept and the parents talked. It was during that conversation that I found out that part of the party would involve a real life fire truck presentation: the local fire department was scheduled to arrive in an hour (as long as there were not any fires). As the minutes passed, we realized that it was just too cold to really enjoy the outdoors and since no other guest had shown up after forty five minutes of waiting, we decided to wait in the car for the fire truck while the birthday boy’s mom made a quick trip to get some hot tea. Once all the kiddos were safely in the car, we began our wait for the fire truck in a more warm environment…
(To be continued …)