About a year ago, JI took his grandparents to the Hall of Flame, which is a firefighters' museum here in PHX. I can't remember why I didn't join them.
So, today JI took me and we met Eli, his momma and baby sister there. To my great disappointment there was only one truck that was "kid friendly." The other one hundred trucks were antiques - no touch - eyes only. The boys had a blast playing on this one truck - they didn't mind that they only had one truck. They only needed one truck.
The grand finale was getting to ring this HUGE cast iron bell when we left. It was really loud. JI loved it. Look at the expression on Eli's face. Boys - gotta love 'em - or they'll drive you crazy.
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