This morning we took a walk and got to the library a little before it opened, so we had some time to kill. There's a new fire station between our house and the library, and we saw some people in it when we walked past, so we thought we'd ask if Harrison could look at their trucks while we waited for the library to open. We hit the jackpot on that request!!
The crew that was at the station for the shift we dropped in on told us that they were the friendliest of the crews :), and the firefighter who greeted us has a little boy the same age as Harrison, so he was willing to do anything we asked if it meant that Harrison would hang around for a while. Our little buddy got to look at the flashing lights from up close (our host spared us the siren, though -- phew...), sit in every seat in the firetruck, touch all the hoses in the back of the truck (when we told him that water goes through thoses hoses, he nodded and replied with "agua"), and then walk all through the station. The firefighter was proud of his new station (the one it was built to replace was pretty bad based on the articles the neighborhood paper wrote about it -- the crews weren't bad, but the facilities were really run down), so he probably spent 15 or 20 minutes showing us all the cool stuff. Harrison even got to touch the firepole, but no one slid down it.
Even with all that excitement, though, Harrison's loyalties remain unchanged. Dada asked him later, "Harrison, what truck is your favorite kind of truck?" Harrison said, "Trash truck." :)
Sorry no photos -- wasn't expecting anything more exciting than the children's section of the library on this outing!
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