A small group of friends invited us to tag along on a tour of a local fire station today. This fire station is brand new and really beautiful.
Not a description you would expect for a fire station, right??
Well, it was beautiful. The polished concrete floors and the 1956 fire truck on display was the perfect setting for this small group of boys to explore. They peeked in on the Chief's office (he was out in the garage), tried to find a cricket in the conference room/kitchen, and examined the fire fighting equipment.
This little guy wasn't feeling it. He was a bit grumpy about the whole thing, which is not like him at all. Plus, it was really hot.
He did a lot of sitting. He was very quiet.
He didn't feel like posing for photos.
Once we learned we could move out to the garage, all of the boys were excited. Especially this guy:
This guy has been saying he wants to be a firefighter since he was a tiny tot. He has never wavered. He asked some great questions and learned that he can start volunteering at age eighteen. Oh, happy day! He learned a little bit about how to work the water on the trucks, what firefighters do every day, and even what the water hoses are made of--- a rubber lining with some type of cotton/nylon blend on the outside.
He really wanted to know how much money firefighters make, but that question went unanswered. (Mom block!!)
Who knows? Maybe he will find out firsthand someday.
This little guy tried his best to be a good sport:
He climbed into the truck and posed for a couple more photos.
He did a little groaning.
He even stretched out on the garage floor a couple of times. (I didn't get pictures of that.)
Poor little guy. The heat was just too much.
He snapped a rude goodbye to our friends, got into the car, and asked for a drink. As soon as we walked into the house, he barfed everywhere.
He's all better now.
I think maybe we will go back again when it isn't so hot.