We were lured out of our hermit house recently with the promise of a real life monster truck. BIG FAT FIB. No such truck was on the premises. Sure there were firetrucks and ambulances and army trucks and big rigs and just about any other truck that would impress a 4 year old and a 1 year old, but the promised monster truck was nowhere to be found. I’m surprised Ezra didn’t demand to speak with a manager. We tried getting Memphis in a truck – any truck – but he wouldn’t have it. The whole outing lasted about 10 minutes before the siren (intended to impress) frightened the timids resulting a speedy exit.
Tags: LifeThis entry was posted on Monday, November 19th, 2012 and is filed under Ezra, Family, Life, Memphis.