Keep on truckin'

It used to be that when we went into town, I had a one-track mind about getting myself over to the toy store. But now, I'm even more interested in going to look at the fire truck (or as I call it, "engine"). The problem is, most of the time when Mom or Dad takes me down to the firehouse, the trucks are gone. Where did they go? "Zoom!"

But when we got home after Thanksgiving, Dad took me down there and lo and behold, the truck was right there. I was so thrown off my game I didn't even know how to react. So while I always say "touch!" whenever a fire truck races by on the street, I got cold feet at touching it when I was finally up close. Take a look: