"Touch-A-Duck"

Sis was so excited about today's touch-a-truck outing that the giggling began at breakfast as she played with the words and rhyme schemes--touch a duck, duck in a truck (a favorite book), lucky duck, etc.  By the time we actually made it to the fairgrounds, she was in quite an elevated state of happiness.  And Bud was just along for the ride.

She loved the firetrucks; he preferred the ambulance that looked "just like a doctor's office."  She was petrified of the costumed mascots, who nevertheless seemed to like to try to befriend her; he posed for pictures with a few of them.  She climbed in every vehicle, even pulling the airhorns on more than one occasion; he was more reticient towards the end, but climbed in several of them.  She inhaled the salty-sweet kettle corn; he preferred his apple and some pretzels.  But they both wore all the buttons ("I heart trucks") and stickers (junior police officer) they were given.  They both treasured the coloring books and frisbees they collected.  They both were too shy to talk to any of the adults in uniform much (cops, firefighters, army soldiers, UPS guys, 99 restaurant staff, you name it).  Neither liked the airhorns much.  Neither wanted to go back and do any truck twice.  Neither seemed to care that we spotted numerous friends or a former teacher from the community center.  

But everyone had a lucky-duck-truck time.