Firefighters and Mostly Kindness

We had some fun yesterday. Wyatt's teacher coordinated to have the firefighters bring their truck and do a presentation in his class. I got to run over after my class to be part of it and see Wyatt's joy.

Then we stopped for frozen yogurt because Wyatt was kind to his friends at school (well, "mostly kind", according to him) and we love to eat our yogurt on this bright orange bench outside the barbershop. Am I the only one who thinks it's awesome when your child starts spelling words letter by letter and you get stumped at the end when he says, "What does that spell, Mommy?" because you aren't quite ready to introduce the particular word to his vocabulary?