Sydney's made a rather drastic change in her career plans. "I'm going to be a firefighter when I get big, instead of a princess."
Actually, I think she pronounced the new profession more like "fighter-fighter," but hey, she'll have plenty of time to figure that out. At the same time she'll hopefully realize that the job involves more than riding in a cool truck and eating cupcakes.
Friday, I needed to meet up with a photographer I've been working with this past week. He just so happens to also be a firefighter. He was on duty, so getting the disc of photos from him meant making a stop at the firehall. Sydney was fascinated.
Jack knows what Jeff does for a living and of course is well aware of the friendly rivalry that exists between their two professions (Jack's son works with Jeff), and so was more than happy to give Sydney a little tour of the truck he typically drives. We held off on wailing the siren, figuring it would scare her, but she sure did like turning on the lights.
And then, as if the visit couldn't be any more perfect, he brought us into the kitchen where they'd been celebrating a birthday earlier. Sydney got the last cupcake.
Then, as if the story couldn't be any more perfect, Sydney got to tell Daddy all about her adventure - while sitting in the auditorium of AJ's school, waiting for AJ's play to start. As Daddy groaned in mock horror, we heard a chuckle from behind us. It just so happens that one of AJ's classmates has a father who's a firefighter, and he heard the whole thing. Classic!
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