Danny is surrounded by peers in our neighborhood. Between the ages of 2 and 4 there are at least a dozen kids. One of these moms wisely discerned that this would be a great audience for a visit to the fire station. Better yet, it wound up happening on a rainy Sunday afternoon, eliminating the post-nap panic of "what now?!" So while Clare and I ran errands, Tim and Danny headed over to visit with some of Smyrna's finest (not to mention East Gate's).
I didn't get too many details about this trip from Danny, but one specific he did mention was that he hi-fived the fireman. Tim elaborated on this event, explaining that when the fireman donned his full regalia, several of the children were terrified. Not Danny! He bravely went up and gave him a hi-five, and fortunately one of our neighbors captured this on her camera. (Kyle is the other brave three-year-old in attendance. Since his dad and Danny's are golfing buddies, I wouldn't be surprised if Kyle and Danny hit the links together someday sooner rather than later.)
Now, fireman are cool and all - and Danny did name them as his friends when I asked him who was there - but they are far outshone by the firetruck itself. Climbing on the truck and driving it was definitely the highlight.
Getting his own fire hat wasn't too shabby, either. In fact, it was so thrilling that it inspired some truly smokin' moves.
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