Firetrucks

Kai's pronunciation is fast improving although there are still some struggles. For example he can say "truck" just fine but when other descriptions are added to truck the "tr" turns into an "f". For example, a garbage truck is a "_ucky _uck" and a dump truck is a "_uck _uck" Like most boys his age, he is excited by such vehicles and comments on them many times a day. When Sister Igna was staying with us last week (more on this later), he would often pick up his garbage trucks and tell her what they were. Over and over. Finally the benevolent nun taught him the British word for truck, which is lorry. I guess it was a good compromise.

Last Thursday we had some big excitement on Orchard Avenue! As we were all watching the yard, a gust of wind caused a crack!, zzz! and as the limb hit the power line in the back yard there were some explosions and shooting flames through the tree and into the air. I ran to my cell to call 9-1-1 but as I was talking to them, the excitement seemed to be over and we were left without power, but unscathed. They decided to send the fire department over to make sure all was ok. OH BOY! The kids were all so excited to see the fucky fuck pull up in front of the house with its lights flashing and 3 fire people came out.

After they saw the situation was safe, they asked if the kids wanted some pictures, stickers, hats and a look at the truck. Kai was in awe - just quiet disbelief. Big day!