Do you think I could have convinced the chief to move the fire truck so it wasn't half in shadow?
You know, just for the sake of photographic integrity.
Owen loved that one of the firemen had kid artwork on his locker.
The kids thought the most mundane things were fascinating- like that they had an oven and a potty and beds inside the firehouse. Owen is bragging about the substantial height of his own bed in the second photo. And no, it's not really that tall. I suspect he's inherited my tendency to exaggerate under the pressure of storytelling for an audience. We're not liars, just really socially awkward.
But you can believe everything I type on here.
Florida photos tomorrow!