Fire Department Open House
and speechless, as if seeing Superman.
Every time one of my children is three years old, we make sure to go to the Ann Arbor Fire Department's annual open house. There is something about firefighters that simply entrances children of that age (and moms, too). My middle schoolers gorge on popcorn, doughnuts, and cider. My seven-year-old tries a few things that are still cool enough for her, like shimmying up a rope and making a fire escape plan. But mostly, three-year-old Little Brother and I walk around the station in our matching red plastic firefighter hats.
Little Brother practices "stop, drop, and roll" on a big piece of carpet, rolling back and forth until the imaginary flames on his clothes have been extinguished. He stares up the firefighters' pole and imagines the mysterious upstairs where they live. He sprays a fire extinguisher with glee (at me). He talks to a friendly and funny firefighting robot that asks him his name and shouts "Anyong haseyo!" to a giggling young Korean couple. The robot also reminds people to change the batteries in their smoke detectors twice a year . . . every time they change their underwear. Sweet six-year-old girls swoon at the thought! A firefighter rappels down the outside wall of the building . . . like Spiderman.