A Little Boy and His Fire Truck

A Little Boy and His Fire Truck

After such a heavy topic covered in my blog for the past month, I thought I would lighten the load a little bit…

My wife watches our son, Steven’s children 2-3 days a week after school. My son and his previous wife are divorced. His ex lives close to us here in Akron, Ohio. My son and his new wife live in St Petersburg, Florida. I hope you were able to follow along…because it seemed awfully difficult to type. You need this information in order to understand the story I am about to tell.

Anyway, my wife was relaying to me a story our little grand daughter had told her on the way home from school.

It seems the teacher was asking the children what they were going to do for spring vacation. Little Casey said she was going to Florida to visit her father. The teacher asked what she was going to do while she was in Florida. “Was she going to Disney World?”, asked the teacher. Casey replied that she was, but she was most excited to ride on her dad’s fire truck. The teacher asked, “Oh is your daddy a fireman?” Casey answered, “No, he just likes fire trucks, so he bought one to drive.”

My wife asked, “So, what did the teacher say then?” Little Casey said, “Nothing, she just looked at me funny.”

You all know the old saying; you can tell the size of the boy by the size of his toys. Based on my son, there is a tremendous amount of truth to that old adage.