Firetrucks

Eldest & Trout at Parents Weekend 2008

Eldest was a huge fan of firetrucks from the time he could talk. Now he was a good talker, but he had a lisp. A very, very unfortunate lisp because "R" wasn't an option and "T" became f's. Yeah... figure out how to say firetruck in eldest-ese.

This week I've discovered that Trout shares not only Eldest' love of cars, but also his fascination with firetrucks. The cars thing came early this week when he tried to steal another little boys cars. And. would. not. stop.

The firetruck thing came just today. A big wind blew through town, taking down some trees & limbs in the process. Including a medium size tree on the neighbors power line. We had flickering. They had damage. They got the firetruck.

Trout loooooooooooved the firetruck. Long after the firetruck with it's pretty lights had left he kept asking for it, and asking for it and asking for it. Should've named that boy Bulldog. I even tried showing him video's on YouTube of firetrucks. No go. He kept swiveling in my lap, pointing out the window, and begging for a "tata".

Which, really, is much better than firetruck w/o an "R" and an "F" for the "T".