I lift him up just as the red engine pulls into the fire house. He doesn’t take his eyes off the truck.
I keep saying I’m going to take him to visit the firemen; to see the shiny red engine up close.
But before I have a chance, the fire truck is parked in front of our house. Engine purring, lights flashing, sirens wailing.
The smoke detectors let out their piercing scream. There was no smoke. There were no flames.
The squeal stopped, only to start again. I dialed 9-1-1 just to be on the safe side. I grabbed Jackson and the dog. It was in the single digits that day. A little bit of snow still covered the ground. We waited in the warmth of the car in our driveway.
Five firemen made their way into our home and my son watched in wonder.
They gave us the all clear and we went back inside. Jackson was fascinated as they checked each smoke detector.
He went closer to investigate.
They bent down. They talked to him. They let him play with their flashlights and wear a helmet.
They were heroes to a toddler boy.
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