But this was about a dozen 6 and 7 year old boys. The blog post really should be entitled The Tiger Cubs Go To The Fire Station And Chaos Ensued.
Knowing what Quinn is like with the other Scouts, I went over some ground rules with him before we even got there. Even with said ground rules established, he still needed reminders during the trip.
I don't know if other parents took the time to do the same, but it sure didn't seem like it.
Which, really, may just be the pull of insanity that grips a bunch of little boys like that. Or maybe dads don't always think of that as often as moms do. I'm not sure.
I know their Den Leader didn't go over any rules. Maybe the thought hasn't occurred to him, and I should bring it up. He's a great Den Leader, but with that many kids, you just have to make sure everyone is on the same page.
We let them run around a bit outside, first. I had hoped it would release some of their energy.
Inside, the noise level was unbelievable.
If I were to assign a numeric value to each boys volume, I'd say each was at a 4 out of ten. Just all by themselves.
But if you put 3 boys together, each at a 4 volume, you don't end up with 12 volume. You end up with 36 volume.
The accumlative effect of them is mind boggling.
Still, the tour was wonderful. The boys were, well, little boys.
They explained to the firemen how their own equipment worked. Because they might not know. They're only firemen. Not educated young men like our Sweet Scouts.
They told the firemen that they should be allowed to slide down the poles, as they'd slid down way taller ones before. And they've never been hurt. Kids don't understand words like "liability" and "City policy."
They asked important questions like "Has there ever been a fire in the firestation?" and "Has there ever been a fire on the firetruck?" which begs the question, what kind of firemen do they think we have here? Not very good ones, if they're setting their own fire station and vehicles on fire!
There was a little hitting, some not listening, more trying to impress the firefighters with their vast 6 and 7 year old knowledge of fire. And there was so much chaos of boys this way and that way, and utterly refusing for the most part to just shut their sweet little yaps.
Then there was a call, and that was it, the tour was over. Our brave heroes had to go off and do something bravely heroic. Honestly, I think they might have been secretly thrilled. The sirens couldn't be as loud as the kids.
I'm still awfully glad I got to go. It's so much fun to watch the kids take it all in. Quinn even said that after becoming a baseball player, he might like to be a firefighter, and a police officer, oh, and a doctor.
He has one very busy life ahead of him.
And I got to see the cute firemen. Turns out, they have to buy their own groceries, and sometimes they get called away in the middle of their shopping. Then they have to go back and do it again.
I think they need a den mother. Someone who can shop for them. And bake them brownies. And you know, I could do that job. Out of the pure goodness of my heart. Because I'm such a nice person.
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