Following up on vintage Tonka trucks, I finally released the last hidden truck to Number Two. He got three for Christmas and the fourth, a huge fire truck, would’ve been lost in the excitement. But this weekend, as I cursed and tried to reassemble the chicken watering system (honestly, how hard is it to have water that comes out of a bucket?!) and Number Two wandered through the garage looking for things to get into he spied the fire truck perched way up high on a shelf. “Truck. Truck! TRUCK BABBO! BABBO!!” I got it down and he rolled out out beside the pool, lay down on the concrete, and got a worm’s eye view as he made vrooming noises and rolled it back and forth. Really, what could be better on a warm Sunday? I’ll tell you what, RIDING on the fire truck. Keep in mind this truck is about 40 years old. Go Tonka go!
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