It's no secret that my boys like firemen and firetrucks. It's actually more than like. Maybe in love with them. Or maybe obsess about them. It's a little shady on what's considered normal and healthy and what's over-the-top. We may be reaching over-the-top.
I know the neighbors know because my boys shriek siren noises while riding bikes. I know Sunday school teachers know because my boys ask to pray for the firemen at prayer request time. And I know you know because I've had too many posts mentioning their love for all things fire.Melanie and her kind reminder that kids eat free every Wednesday and Sunday, we surprised the boys with dinner out "where firemen eat big sandwiches so they stay strong for fighting fires."