Rachel was putting Matthew to bed for the final time when he came rushing out of his room.
"Fire truck! Fire truck!"
We'd just had a brief power outage so I supposed it was possible that there was a fire truck in the neighborhood. We stepped out onto the front porch.
"See? Fire truck! Fire truck!"
No, I didn't see any fire trucks because there weren't any. I did HEAR several, though, racing off to the source of a huge pillar of smoke billowing over the houses in front of us. I tried to explain the difference between hearing and seeing but he wasn't paying attention.
"Fire truck! Fire truck!"
So I retrieved the book I was reading (1776) and sat down on the porch while Matthew enjoyed the smoke and the sound of sirens.
"Fire trucks! Nono! [water] Oh no! Too bad!"
All this and he got to postpone bedtime until the smoke and sirens died down!
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