Cramming three car seats in my car? Ridiculous! It really doesn't work. At all. But the kids had a lot of fun playing while I got the seats ready.
And then we got there. We thought we were locked out. All the doors were locked. There was no way in. But then we found a cute little door bell.
And the fireman came to the door.
Keith and his friend Rowan squealed with excitement, pushed past Fireman Paul, and rushed into the building. It was quite cute, really.
We got a lovely 1 minute tour. That is all the boys would allow for. They kept searching the building for the trucks.
We learned that firemen each have their own little rooms! No dorm style for our brave men. No bunks or fire poll. They have a gym, their own room, and a nice big kitchen with entertainment area. It was all very cozy and comfortable. I sort of want to move there.
Keith saw the kitchen and said "I'm hungry, Mom."
Rowan saw the remotes, grabbed them, and made himself comfortable on the lazy boy.
Faye clung to me the whole time.
To get the kids away from their leisure area, Fireman Paul opened the door to the garage. The bright shiny red trucks lured them away.
Keith tried on everything they let him.
Rowan was very excited with the flashlight.
And Faye ran from one end of the truck to the other.
It was simply lovely.
On a completely different note, as I was tucking Keith into bed tonight, I felt something in his jammies. I couldn't figure out what it was. I unzipped him, and found a binki. He was trying to smuggle a binki into his bed, the little sneak!