They had a touch-a-truck day yesterday in Lebanon. It started at 10am and we showed up only an hour early. My excuse, besides being me, is that we were double checking when it started and going to go play at the playground while we waited. Zane saw a handful of trucks and figured it was close enough to started in his book.
Which ended up working out nicely, because every fifteen minutes or so new trucks would show up, park, open their doors to curious two-year olds and it was like a brand new touch-a-truck again. The last one to show up was a local fire truck, which I think Zane really liked but was also intimidated by. Later in the morning Lt. Dan from the fire department put on all of the fire fighting clothes, mask and helmet as a demonstration. Very impressive, around 70lbs of gear. Zane missed almost all of it because he was having a stare-down with a nearby kid’s lollipop.
Maybe he was trying use Jedi mind tricks on the kid or levitate the lollipop over to his mouth, but none of it worked. Well, the Jedi mind trick worked on his dad. We headed over to the FedEx truck to pick up our very own lollipop and learn just how messy a two year old can get with a small sugary device. Very.
At one point we headed back to the playground (only a hundred feet away) since it was literally swarming with kids. Zane joined in the fracas: running and climbing all over the place. I finally had to step in to take the lollipop away, worried that he’d fall and hurt himself or choke. This was NOT a happy thing. Man oh man, super huge tears tumbled out of his eyes along with waves of sadness. Every mom within a twenty foot radius teared up and cast disparaging glances at me. Eventually I distracted him enough that he mostly forgot the lollipop and played, although every few minutes he would stop and say “lollipop?” while nodding his head yes.
The hit of the show was pretty much the plainest truck of them all: a guy with a semi-truck and a 48 foot, empty trailer. What it lacked in glamour it made up in simplistic fun: there was a hydraulic lift platform on the back. He’d load the platform up with kids and parents, lift them all of three or four feet, the kids would run and scream to the other end of the trailer and back, then stand on the platform for the slow hydraulic ride back to earth.
Zane may have ridden it more than any other kid, at least fifteen times. We kept coming back for a few more rides. At first when it was just him and I he thought it was neat, but he really warmed up to it when lots of kids started going at once. Something about running and screaming with a half dozen kids seemed to strike a chord.