Minutes after reading a book about fire engines while riding in the car, we pulled up next to a real fire engine with real firemen at a gas station in Boise (no dalmation, like in the book; maybe Boise isn't as quaint as I thought). The firemen were kind enough to let Haiden try on one of their helmets, then gave him an honorary fire-fighter badge (ok, it was a gold sticker) . . .