The other day I took the kids out to run some errands. Mike was at work at the Fire Department so I figured we could swing by there on the way home so the kids could see their dad and the fire trucks. I called Mike to make sure he was there ...
I forgot to mention they have moved him to another station. He used to be at the one by our house, which was wonderful. Of course, we drove by it all the time and Jordan started crying if we didn't stop, but it was nice to have Mike so close. He was moved out to the one by the airport ... which I figured Jordan would love because he would get to see his firetrucks and airplanes. He is one SMART boy. ...
We were getting ready to turn onto the road going to the firestation when I see the nice big ladder truck with lights and sirens coming down the road. I pointed it out to the kids ... Jordan loves to see the lights. Well, the happiness was very short-lived. It ended as I kept on driving past the street ... Jordan quickly started crying for "dada and firetruck". He wasn't hearing or understanding the explanation that daddy was going on a call and we couldn't stop to see him ... He just kept on screaming. Even when we passed by where the call was on the way home and I pointed out ALL the firetrucks with their lights ...
I just couldn't win!
Friday, August 7, 2009
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