I took Jack to a one hour preschool program today that involved touring a local fire station. All I heard before the tour began was, "Where fire truck?"
And this is what happened when we finally got in the fire truck.
Even posing outside the truck was a no-go.
That's me, going with the flow.
At least one of us was smiling.
Things were better this evening. We went to a Mizzou volleyball game and Jack won a t-shirt. However, Mike went to Wal-mart later and was aggressively pursued by a guy in one of those assist wheel chairs. Sounds like a Seinfeld episode.
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