Sunday afternoon adventures

We went out on another Sunday drive yesterday. Last weekend as Aiden and I took our leisurely drive through the wind and rain to rescue Kenny, we passed through this tiny little town with the cutest old fashioned fire truck. I thought "Hey, what a cute fire truck!", and pressed forward in my trek to save my husband and the two boys that were left behind with him.
When Kenny offered to take me for another Sunday afternoon drive to take some photos, I thought of the fire truck. So we went to that nearby little tiny town with the cute fire truck. When we got there, and saw the fire truck it was apparent that it was actually their town's firs truck-to be used in an actual fire emergency.

We didn't want to be caught tampering with this city's official vehicle, who knows what kind of felony convictions are in place for people who stop in random towns and climb on their fire trucks. So, we moved on. Then, down the street not even a block away, parked in what looked like an alley, was another, older fire truck that appeared to be all but abandoned. So, we climbed on that one instead. And when I saw we, I mean just Aiden.
He's the cutest one of all of us anyway.