Firefighters are the bomb: part trois.
This is our third year visiting, and their excitement hasn’t changed in the least bit.
But this year, Claire turned five. For a kid who has admired firefighters since she was 2, I think it’s safe to say this obsession isn’t going away any time soon.
I didn’t tell her where we were going. I simply said, “We’re running errands.” As soon as we turned off the Highland Park bridge, she knew we weren’t going to Trader Joe’s.
“Mom! Are we going to see FIREFIGHTER LARRY!?”
And happiness ensued.
Luca was most excited about the rescue boat and the truck that pulled the rescue boat.
She made the comment that she’s finally starting to fit. So I asked her to lift her arms.
And then I laughed at her.
Luca finally let me put a helmet on him and he was the happiest boy.
Then Claire had to get her photo taken, of course.
Luca hammed it up on the truck.
And I tried, then tried again to get them all in front of it, but Mae hung off my leg instead.
Either way, it was a great time.
But it wasn’t over yet.
Larry wanted Claire to have something super special.
It had her name on it and everything.
She called Matt on the drive home and couldn’t stop gushing. She got home and she wouldn’t take it off.
And now she’s napping and it’s on the pillow next to her.
So thanks as usual, Firefighter Larry. You mean more to her than you’ll ever know.