Once or twice a week, Jane and I go to get "coffee" (she get steamed milk "not to hot peas") at a local coffee shop, Zizzo. Right across the street is a fire house. We've stopped by a few times, but this time we got to sit on the trucks. She LOVES them, despite what it looks like in the photos! We had just gotten done talking to the fire chief who scared her a bit. And it wasn't cold at all, she just wanted to wear that hat. I have a feeling we'll be going to the fire house each week now...
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