Not the best drawing but you get the idea.
The minute the little sucker was out of my sight, he latched onto the nearest firefighter’s hand and I distinctly heard him asking the fireman if he could drive the fire engine.
The patient man let my little son wax eloquent about “brush rigs” and “my little fire truck wis a ladder at home”.
In return, Luke listened wide-eyed to flavorful descriptions of hoses, nozzles, tanks and other ordinary equipment with big names.
We attempted a group picture, but as always, (I think we’ve been half-heartedly trying to get a group picture of these kids for 2 years now) we got low cooperation and high resistance.
Overall, a wonderful experience. Even if Luke did not get to spray the water.