Who needs to spend gazillions on toys and activities for a kid when you've got parents like us to entertain you so splendidly?

Last night Mommy smelled gasoline when we pulled into our driveway. Lots of it. The odor was heavy in the air. So I told Daddy and he poked around outside in search of the source. He gave up, came in and turned on the AC so we could close the windows, then called the main police line to ask what they'd recommend.

Their recommendation showed up ten minutes later in the form of a big red fire truck. You were just digging in for dinner when you spied it through the living room window. And, being the good mom I am, I immediately set you free from your seat and took you outside. You were wide-eyed and completely excited to find a fire engine in front of your house. The guys were super nice. One gentleman even opened the door to the cab and offered you a seat. With the many squeals of excitement we've heard from you on such matters, I was a bit surprised when you took one look inside and grabbed onto me in fear. Must have been the sound of the engine or the height of the seat, because Pearson, who's daddy just happened to be walking toward our house when the engine showed up, had the same reaction. Neither of you two-year-olds would venture inside. Yet neither of you could take your eyes off of it.

The gasoline turns out to have been the doing of our neighbor who was trying to clean his sidewalks or some such thing. Crazy!

Today's fun involved going to Costco. And everyone knows that, good prices aside, Costco is really about the tasty samples. You were happy to partake in the triple-chocolate brownies, carmelized-onion pizza, spinach and mozzarella sausage and caramel-apple pie. So much so that you pooh-poohed dinner once we returned home.

Entertainment, we've proven, can be pretty cheap to come by.

Posted on June 27, 2006 09:17 PM