every three year old boy we know had a train party,
so we went with fire engines. after a rousing time of
climbing fire engines and wearing heavy paraphernalia
(or in jack's case, talking incessantly on the walkie talkie
"hey, guys, it's me, jack") everyone came over to the
house for cupcakes (red velvet of course) and fire house chili.
jack scored some great loot.
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i just want to kiss those cheeks. i wish we were closer!
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