Quick on the drawl

On Sunday, we stopped at the store to pick up a few things. It was late afternoon and Allison hadn't had a nap. She was um, slightly cranky. She wanted to ride in one of the firetruck carts, but didn't want to be buckled in. As Daddy buckled her anyway, she let everyone in the store know how she felt about it with a screech to set your teeth on edge.

My wonderful husband, not missing a beat, announced to those looking at us and rolling their eyes, that of course any good firetruck had to have a siren.