Field Trip Time

Last week Grace's preschool group had their first field trip. It was a trip to the fire station. I was actually pretty excited to see what their set up was like inside their little "house". Grace, however, really didn't want to go. I had to drag her out the door, and bribe her with bringing a toy along in order to manage a peaceful arrival.

Our tour started out great. We got to see the truck up close and listen to the firemen talk about what they do. The boys especially had a great time. Grace wanted to see, just from a distance. The firemen let the kids shoot an extinguisher with water in it across the lawn. Of course, Grace didn't want to participate. Then came the excitement. They got a call on their radio. We all scampered over to the predesignated meeting area, and watched as they loaded up and rolled out with sirens and lights going. Afterwards, we all just sort of stood around and tried to corral the kids for a photo. At that point Grace was like, "why did they have to leave? I don't want them to leave. I want to shoot the water. Will they come back now?" It just figures.

I was secretly hoping that our tour would end this way. It was quite the send off....I just wish we would have had a few more minutes there first.