Our local fire station had an open house for the kids (and quite frankly, I saw a lot of grown men with a twinkle in their eye). Since Parker LOVES fire trucks and anything that makes as much noise, we figured he would love being at the fire house to see all the cool stuff. We were so wrong. It was a pretty intimidating environment, with all the trucks in the bay and the firemen walking around answering questions. He wouldn't leave our side, didn't want to sit in the truck, or talk to any of the firemen. Since then, he's become a lot more brave with new things. It's just strange that when we expect him to love something he ends up a crying mess.