One Saturday morning, went as a family but Jack opted to sit in the van for a good portion of our time there. We still aren't sure what his "issue" was, but are finding that if we just give him some much-needed space, he usually calms down and voluntarily chooses to partake. Such was the case at the fire station and it didn't take long, once he came inside, to realize what fun he was missing.
Jimmy came prepared, all decked out in his fireman coat and hat (that he received from Aunt Minnie for his birthday this year):
One of the old-fashioned trucks that they use in the local parades:
The girls climbed from one truck to another, checking out the insides and all of the extra gear stashed inside:
The perfect-sized steps for a 3-year old to sit on:
Sunglasses and all:
After a while, we headed into the adjacent building where the ambulances are stored.
The kids found the stretcher right away (and much to my concern), took turns pushing Jimmy around on it for a bit:
It was at this point that Jack (finally) decided to join us. Not the best lighting, but the only "group shot" that I was able to get that morning:
But the real highlight of the morning was going for a ride all through town (and north of town) in the firetruck. Yes, all 6 of us piled in, along with our neighbor that was there as our tour guide, and we got to ride in the big truck. Jack's smile says it all!
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