So last weekend was Canada Day, and upon picking junior up from my parents on the 1st we decided that it would be a good idea to have him be able to watch the fireworks display. Since downtown was going to be absolutely packed and so were the major bluffs and lookouts we decided that we would hit up a quite little lookout that was tucked away on the further end of town. We applauded how cunning we were to find the perfect view and that we would just park backwards and sit in the back of our hatchback, uncle Adam said that he would bring his truck up as well and that if we wanted we could all sit in the open cab.
Well it was time to head up and grab our spot in which hubby and I were excited that the kiddo was going to see his first fireworks display, he was settled until uncle Adam showed up with his truck in which he beamed loudly and quite excitedly “truck!” He wanted EVER so much to go in the cab in which uncle Adam said that would be fine. As we put our son in the back cab his excitement only grew, not that he was about to watch some really sweet fireworks but that for the first time ever he was in the back of a truck cab which was simply the coolest freaking thing ever! Our son started racing around the cab calling out very loudly “truck” as the adults all climbed in and tried desperately to have a conversation before the show.
As the show started I brought him over and kneeled by him saying “look honey there are fireworks, aren’t they pretty?” He watched a few go off in the distance and wasn’t exactly impressed, he called out that they were “bubbles” as I tried to explain they were fireworks but he wasn’t having it. After a few moments he pushed away and blatantly told me “no mommy, TRUCK!” Where he continued to run around the cab hollering “truck” for the rest of the show.
His father and I have already discussed that next year we’ll brave the crowds and go downtown in hopes our son will forget about the truck and actually enjoy the fireworks.