Fire Trucks, Woo-Wooh!

PDG is really into firetrucks these days. I mean really into firetrucks.

Now, you're saying, come on every little boy loves fire trucks. He was practically destined to like them, what with his nursery theme being transportation. He's been seeing planes, trains, and automobiles since his eyes could focus!

But, look here, this thing has gotten real.

For instance, he thinks every car with any sort of light attached is a fire truck. He'll point and exclaim in a near shriek "Fire truck?!" His voice goes up ever so slightly, just in case he's wrong, but with a volume level that asserts he's right.

Then, I have to confirm it for him and say "Yes, fire truck," to which he can reply "Woo-wooh!"

My son is also a creature of habit.

And when it isn't a fire truck, which is rather often given just how many vehicles have lights - especially on I-95 with all the construction - I have to search for what it really is. Sometimes it's easy, like a tow truck.  But sometimes I just say, "um, no, not a fire truck, just, a truck with flashing lights." Are boy moms supposed to know what all these vehicles are called? I still haven't finished mastering animal sounds. Goats? Giraffes?Zebras?

But back to the fire trucks...

He's obsessed.  We even google fire trucks so he can scroll through images on the phone. Each time he says "fire truck, woo-wooh!" and then maybe what color it is (on the off chance it isn't red). Shouldn't that be boring? Are we killing his brain cells? It just makes him so darn happy!

Even worse, and I blame J-Man fully for this, he is obsessed with this youtube video, which if you didn't click, is nearly ten minutes of fire trucks in all their glory, driving around with lights and sirens going. As if the Fireman's Parade during Apple Blossom hadn't been enough. And if you're like me and find songs with sirens in them to be a terrible idea, try driving along when some sweet, doting husband/father has given his phone all cued up to this video to your son to entertain him on the ride home.  It's ten minutes of constant, sweaty paranoia interrupted by an occasional "fire truck, woo-wooh" whispered in awed respect.

I love my PDG, I really do. But maybe, just maybe, it'd be fun to branch out a bit from fire trucks?  Or anything else that might go "vroom" or "whoosh." It's not like we're lacking for exclamations of "school bus," "airplane," hellicopter," or "motorcycle" either.