As I’ve said in previous postings, Trenton is in love with anything on wheels. Ever since we toured a fire station this past summer, the fire truck has been one of his favorites.
Now that Trenton is talking more, he loves to name each of his favorite vehicles whenever he sees them (or in the case of the choo-choos that are down the road from Mimi and Pops’ house, whenever he hears them).
On Tuesday evening, Mom, Trenton, Charlotte, and I were on our way to El Campo to meet Dad and Jarrod for dinner. As we were coming into town, Trenton started yelling, “Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire!” at the window. At first I thought he saw an actual fire. Then I thought that maybe he saw a fire truck that we hadn’t spotted yet. Then I realized that all of the bright red trucks lined up in the parking lot at Coca-Cola Bottling Co. look a lot like fire trucks to a little boy!