3B’s class took a tour of the fire station next to his school today. He was heartbroken that neither Mama nor I could go with him, but apparently recovered and had a great time, even though he reported that he was disappointed, “because they wouldn’t let me touch anything.”
This is in contrast to our trips to our local fire station where they let him do anything he wants short of driving the truck. Seriously. They pull out the axes and chain saws and jaws of life for him. It’s awesome…er…for him, of course.
The mother of one of his best friends did go along on today’s trip, however, and reported back that, as usual, our articulate boy made an impression with this exchange:
Firefighter: “Boys and girls, what do you do if you find some matches lying around your house?”
3B: “Light them!”
I’m putting this one on Mama for introducing him to Def Leppard.
I’m working to make cancer history. Will you help me?