The other night during our evening walk we came across three things that drive my son into pure bliss. We say a police car, a firetruck and an ambulance. My little worshiper of rescue vehicles could not contain his happiness. He pointed, jumped, bounced and squealed in delight. Whatever sad event had brought the rescue vehicles to this house was of no concern to him.
Innocence is pure bliss.
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