Malika
Well-Known Member
Tonight I drove to a garage some way away to get petrol (or whatever you call it in the US ). There was a fire engine in the garage, filling up, with firemen standing around. When I'd filled the car up, I took J over to look at it as he loves (like all small boys) firemen and fire engines. I said this to them and they immediately asked if J wanted to see inside the cockpit - or whatever you call it. J duly went up with the head fireman, who explained things and asked him questions. They were very impressed that he speaks two languages! J was shy but clearly happy. Before they left, they put the siren on for him.
A small thing - but a happy memory for J. I'd like him to have as many as possible of those...
A small thing - but a happy memory for J. I'd like him to have as many as possible of those...