David has this little wooden fire truck that he has always sat on and pushed himself around since he was about 1. Well he has taught Allison to do the same thing. This morning I found them coming to save me in a fire, sirens blaring and all.
David has moved on to a bigger fire truck and pushes the buttons to add additional noise to his already screeching siren voice.
Luckily they saved me just before the bed burst into flames all around me. (At least that is what David told me.)
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the firefighting is in her blood, I mean, look where she was born.
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