were walking along a street in Boston and he spotted a big red fire
truck called Engine Number Eight. I could tell he was excited but
being that he's not a kid anymore I think he was a little shy about
asking if he could check it out himself. So, I started pointing at it
and looking really excited so the firemen would let us get a little
closer. And, I worked! They let us get real close and even let me
sit in it! I think Grandpa wanted to sit in it too but there are
some limits to what I can accomplish with my super cute smile!
Afterwards we took Grandpa to a fancy restaurant for dinner. I don't
see why adults get all excited about fancy restaurants. First of all,
they never serve French fries - my favorite food! And then you are
supposed to be super quiet and throwing things on the ground when
you're done with them is NOT allowed. I just hope that they don't
bring me to a fancy restaurant on my birthday ... I would rather go
to a pizza place!
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