One weekend our town had a special event that featured firetrucks, ambulances, etc. but when we came back on our bikes all of the vehicles were pulling away. The look on the boys' faces were one of shock and disappointment. They couldn't believe it. So... Dad had to think quick on his his feet (or in this case his bike) and we took a bike ride to the firestation. I found a fireman and let him know of my situation and they were incredibly gracious. Instead of the boys just getting a chance to see the trucks, they gave him the million dollar tour. The boys were able to climb in the trucks, play with the hoses, try on the firewear (pictured), and see the living quarters of the fireman. It ended up being a better day than we could've ever planned.
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