A couple of weekends ago, Bear and I went to a festival held in a local park. It looked interesting. There was an event where rubber ducks were pushed down a creek via the full blast of a fire hose.

No, I am not making this up.

The firefighters took aim from the center of a bridge and let 'er rip on the whistle. Ducks found themselves jet-propelled to the end of the creek. Yeah, I've got no clue on the point of this, other than the obvious phallic nature of the fire hose. (Oh, is that just me? Sorry.)

It also provided full seconds of joy to dozens of children. Afterwards, my Bear raced over to help the firefighters stomp the water out of the hose and roll it up.

Bear: Why are we doing this?

FireFighter: To get the water out.

B: Why?

FF: So we can roll it in a coil and carry it back to the truck

B: Where's the truck?

FF: Over there, see? That's my captain right beside it

B: What's your captain do?

FF: He gives the orders

B: Like Commander Waters and the Rescue Heroes?

FF: Yes. We have a Commander, too

B: Why aren't you wearing your hat?

FF: Because there's no fire. We wear those when there is a fire

B: Did you lose your hat?

FF: No. It's in the truck

B: Are you sure?

FF: Yes.

B: Do you want me to go check?

FF: No.

B: I could go check. I'm going to be a police officer.

FF: That's great.

B: What do you want to be?

FF: I AM a fire fighter.

B: You could be a police officer if you go to school.

FF: I already went to school. Hey, kid, where's your mom?

B: Right there. Where's yours?

Final Score: Bear 1, Firefighter 0. more...

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