One Sunday after church we decided to visit my dad at work and let the kids explore the fire station. My favorite memory from that day:

Papa- (pointing to the bed in the fire truck) “Hallie this is where kids who get hurt ride to the hospital”

Hallie- no response just checking everything out.

10 mintues later.

Papa- “Hallie want to go for a ride in the fire truck?”

Hallie- runs to me, grabs my leg and hides behind it. “I not hurt mom! I not hurt!” lol she thought that if you ride in the fire truck that means you are hurt and you go to the hospital. I think we may have traumatized her.  Hopefully not.