Rob went to Safeway this morning to get me some apple boxes (I am forever in need of apple boxes) and took Willon with him.
Something the boy loves to do is "chuff" like a steam engine while walking along cement curbs. They're his train tracks. We couple up and chuff together, run out of coal or water, fuel each other up, he changes the points to switch tracks; all the fun stuff. He loves it.
He was chuffing with Daddy today when he fell off the curb and landed on his hands and chest. He had a little bit of superficial road rash on his hands, I guess, but nothing real serious. He was pretty upset, though, and cried for a bit. He told Daddy that he was hurt and he needed "a am-buh-lance!"
That very second one of our county's ambulance/rescue vehicles pulled up next to them just as if by magic. They were really just there to get coffee but you know they were so cool they talked to him, examined his hands, told him he'd be just fine, and gave him a sticker.