Yesterday we went to a 6 year old’s birthday party at the local fire station.
During the festivities a group picture was taken in front of the fire engine with the three firefighters and 12 kids. I took 6 photos during this photo shoot and have cropped out everyone EXCEPT my 7 year old, Reid…
Yep, MY kid is THAT kid.
But it wasn’t just Reid that made an impression on the party goers, I had my moment too.
During the fire station tour, one of the fire fighters pointed to a very large map on the wall that showed all the territory covered by the station. He asked for someone to tell them their address so he could point it out on the map for the kids.
I volunteered our address followed by “you guys have been there”.
He looked up and studied me for a moment and said, “Oh, yes. I remember. Didn’t one of your boys split his head open?”
I nodded. I was impressed that he remembered the incident a year and 1/2 later.
Someone from the group asked if that was the ONLY time that the fire department had been called to my house.
Uh, no. They have been there three times.
That statement was followed by an audible gasp from the attending parents.
DON’T JUDGE ME PEOPLE!
I HAVE THREE BOYS!
Right before we left, the fire fighters were called out on an emergency. They headed out of the station with the lights flashing and the sirens blaring and turned left.
I doubt I was the only one with the fleeting thought that they might be headed to my house for the fourth time…