I haven’t mentioned it, but Colt has been diversifying his interests lately. It’s truly a topic for another post entirely so I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say he’s keeping his options open as far as “when I grow up” is concerned.
That said, it’s clear he isn’t quite ready to walk away from his first love.
All these years we’ve been going to the Farmers’ Market we’ve never seen this!
I don’t watch the show – or really even the channel – but evidently there’s a show on Food Network that entails competition between rival traveling food trucks. Well, this weekend they were in Fayetteville. On the square. So the Fayetteville Fire Guys were there to lend a hand – and a hydraulic lift – to the Food Network camera crew, for a better shot of the action.
So, naturally, we found a front row seat.
That’s the little guy in the red hat sitting with my friend Tena. He refused to move from that spot until the aerial shot was secured, the camera crew was down safely, the ladder was folded back into place and the fire truck was driving away.
“Mommy, can we go to the fire station?”
There’s a fire station about a block from the downtown square so we walked there instead of our usual lap around the Farmers’ Market. He couldn’t get there fast enough.
We expected to see the fire truck we’d just watched at the square, but when we walked up it wasn’t back yet. What we did see was a handful of the friendliest firefighters a three year old could ask for. They waved us in, stopped what they were doing, and insisted on showing us around.
That is Jason the Fireman. He was so patient and friendly and good with Colt. I’m not sure what I expected, but I was thoroughly impressed with the VIP treatment.
Colt, Jason the Fireman, and I got to talk to each other on the headset radios inside the truck.
He sat in that seat with his eyes glued to “the road” much, much longer than I would have thought. Jason the Fireman even commented that most kids get distracted and lose interest long before he did. Finally, after driving his fill he looked at me and said, “Mommy, my hands are a little bit tired.” So that was that.
Jason the Fireman showed us all the buttons and levers on the truck, the hoses, the fireman pole!, the gas masks, everything! (Source: accumed.com/kn95-mask-for-sale-respirator-safety-mask-k1.html)
As we walked back to the square to find our car we were talking about everything he saw when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, looked up at me and said, “Mommy, they didn’t have a fire dog!”
Nothin’ gets past you, Buddy.