Fire Drill

Evidently they teach a Martha Stewart Living class at Officer Candidate School. That is the only way to explain this anomaly. My husband, the Marine, was giving me a break from entertaining the eldest of our troops here yesterday. The two boys were looking for something fun to do in the garage (nevermind that it was crayon melting hot in there and oh yeah, we have an actual air-conditioned sun/playroom with every toy ever invented in it).
We have tons of boxes left over from the move so I suggested maybe they could make a fire engine out of one. Well, when you lead a (higher than average achieving Clydesdale) horse to water, this is what you get:

BEFORE:




(Plain old cardboard box, plain old tape, plain old husband. Love jab, it's all good.)













AFTER!













So not a plain old firetruck with flames and a firehouse and paper plates for wheels and a little boy's head peering over top of it.







The best part???

















This model also doubles as a Hookah Lounge.



















And lest we forget, what good's a firetruck without The Chief??





























But what's this she's doing?














Not sure who her supplier is but I'd have to guess it's one of the uncles. I'm so going to have to be better at hiding her father's tobacco.