Monday, September 22, 2008
I'd known about touch a truck day in the park for weeks. We passed the sign on the park marquee every day and someone would remind me that we needed to go to that because Little sister loves trucks -- especially the trash truck.
And yet, somehow, at 1:30 p.m. on Saturday I put Little Sister down for a nap. I called the beautiful wife who said, "but I thought you were going to take her to touch a truck?"
I let her sleep a little while because I had until 3 p.m. I got up a little prematurely at 2:30 and rushed her and Big sister into the wagon with promises of touching trucks. I ran the entire way and made it to the park huffing and puffing, trying not to have an asthma attack.
The trucks were still there -- most importantly the Ray's Trash truck was running, and ready to go, but hadn't pulled out yet.
Little sister got to see how the truck works and both girls got to sit in the driver's seat of several large vehicles.
All in all, not a bad day.