Visit to the Wee-wee house

Memorial day was a fun weekend of lots of yard work, some sangria with friends and a couple BBQ's. To top the weekend off, we stopped by the fire station where our friend Brian is the fire chief. He had offered to show us the firetrucks, which Rory insists on calling "wee-wee's" since that is the sound they make. With true toddler innocence, Rory walked into the BBQ and immediately went up to Brian and asked, "Brian, can I see your wee-wee?", which of course set off a whole slew of adult content jokes which Rory thought was hysterical simply because everyone else was laughing too. Luckily Brian was nice enough to put aside the embarrassment and bring us to see the firetrucks anyway. Rory was so happy that we ended up spending over an hour there, sitting in the trucks and ambulances and pretending to pick up sick people. Of course, in true Pigeon fashion, he also decided we should go to a restaurant and eat after we dropped the sick people off at the "hopitable". Always food on the mind.