Fire! Fire!

Last week we were fortunate enough to have a "private" play date at one of Decatur's fire stations. My friend Laura, and her two kids Dustin and Scarlet met us there. Her husband, Bryce is a firefighter so he gave us the royal treatment. He let the girls sit in the truck, he showed them his gear and his hat. Leah thought that his boots were really big and she told her daddy that his hat was "smelly" it was pretty funny. The girls got to "handle" a fire house and see the ladder. He even turned on the flashing lights for us. It was very exciting. But the best part was the mini-candy bars that Bryce handed out before we left. To add to all the excitement, the men at the station got a call to assist as back-up at an emergency while we were there so we had to quickly rush out of the way while they geared up and hopped on the truck. We waved as they sped away. Now every time we pass a firehouse, or Leah sees a station she is quick to mention how she sat in a firetruck...and how firemen are so nice because they give her chocolate! It was a great day. Thanks, Laura and Bryce for including us.