Uncle Johnny's Fire Station

After the lake, we drove down south to Uncle Johnny's fire station where they were hosting a dinner for all the firefighter's families. Of course, Andrew was thrilled to be there getting to check out the trucks and the station.

He had been asking if they were going to have an emergency while we were there; I had told him "maybe, but probably not". Boy, was I wrong! Shortly after we finished eating, there was a call and the firefighters quickly headed out. Andrew was so intrigued. We even went to the bay and watched them drive out with the sirens. I wish I had a picture of his face at that moment.

After they left, he was perplexed and inquired to Daddy as to why they didn't slide down a pole. So James explained to him that many fire stations don't have multiple floors and thus, don't have poles. He was so disappointed, but quickly forgot it and started asking when they were coming back.

Luckily, the call didn't take too long and the trucks came back before we had to leave for Uncle Anh Tuan's so we could get Andrew down for the night.

What a day!! Tiring, but so much fun!!