Last night, as we were leaving our dear friends' house (we had thrown caution into the wind and did an impromptu play date at 5:45 p.m.; we were inspired by the sunshine and warm weather), I was placing Jack in his car seat to go home. I heard a siren wailing down Montrose Avenue. "Oh, it's a fire truck, Jack," I told him.
"No, it's not, Mommy," my two-year-old replied. "It's an ambulance."
And sure enough, as the emergency vehicle came into view, indeed it was an ambulance.
If you're an urban dweller, what's your city kid story?
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