Thursday, July 9, 2015
The fantasy about the parade
Morning time. I am getting ready for work and Max says something I don't understand. His iPad is downstairs, so I grab my phone and ask him to type out the words.
He types, "Pard" and stops.
Oh. What he is is telling me is, "I want to ride a fire truck in a parade in 2016." I know, because this fantasy started a few weeks ago and he's been reminding me about it every so often. I'm not quite sure where he got the idea, but my guess is he saw a YouTube video and he was all, WOW, WHY HAVEN'T I DONE THAT YET? LIFE IS JUST PASSING ME BY.
I am not one to crush Max's fantasies. We all need them and this one's just a little more exciting than the ones I tend to have, which fall along the lines of someone locks me in a room for a few days with a big bed topped by a giant fluffy white comforter and all I do is sleep.
I am flattered that Max thinks I could pull this off. And that he understands it's not going to happen, like, next week. I have till some undesignated time in 2016.
This seems doable. It's not like Max wants me to, say, buy him a fire truck (although a couple of you have kindly sent me links to used fire trucks for sale, thankyouverymuch). I think our local fire station might participate in a Memorial Day Parade somewhere. I've added it to my to-do list, along with planning for the baby (due first week of October), planning Max's fire-truck themed bar mitzvah (April) and redoing our kitchen (August).
Maybe I can outsource this? Actually, I'd rather outsource the C-section.
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