Yesterday as I was leaving work, there was a car right outside the entrance to Andrew's daycare that was starting to smoke heavily. I flagged a shuttle bus that was coming around the corner and they called it in. By the time I picked AJ up and got to the playground to get Andrew, we could hear the sirens of the fire trucks. By the time, we got all our gear and headed out the daycare door there were two fire trucks, bike patrol police and regular police all right there. I mean RIGHT THERE. We had a front row view to watch. The car now was in flames and firemen (or firewomen, we really couldn't tell) where shooting there big fire hoses at it. Whatever they were shooting was flying everywhere (it looked like a mixture of water and something else) We couldn't walk around it to get to our bus, so we had to just wait and watch up close and personal. There was smoke everywhere. They were breaking windows to spray the inside of the car, the hoods paint was peeling off, there were flames on the ground under the car. It was very exciting. Andrew and I were still talking about it this morning.
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