I have to admit that when I saw the signs go up around town advertising Touch-A-Truck, I thought: boy thing. I dismissed any relevance it had to my life because I have a daughter, not a son.
So how did we end up at this event? Well, my friend Stacy and I were in charge of planning playgroup this month. Another friend, Lisa, suggested Touch-A-Truck so I gave it a little looksee. It ended up to be very cool.
Basically, the city fills a park with all sorts of service vehicles (and those from local retailers), open the doors and let the kids explore them. How fun is that for a four-year-old who sees these vehicles on the streets each day.
When we arrived, we stood in line to get freebees (yeah!) then headed out to check out the trucks.
Molly has had a school bus obsession for years. She likes to see if they have boy drivers or girl drivers. She talks about when she is a school girl and can ride in them. She wants to go touch them in parking lots. But she has never got to go inside one. Until now.
Next stop: The Police Car. No, she was not allowed to use the siren. Good thing.
In addition to the trucks, there were all kinds of mascots dressed up in costumes.
Molly has begged for us to take her to Disneyworld. Our excuse has always been that she would be too scared to see all of the Disney characters, which are a part of the whole experience.
Why bother going to Disney if you are not going to hug Mickey, right?