The other day, Seve came home for lunch, at the same time that two fire trucks and an ambulance were pulling up, a few doors down. We had a conversation about why fire trucks might show up even if there’s no fire, about first aid and first responders, and why the trucks left but the ambulance stayed.
And then he had something to explain to me:
Me: … so if it turns out it was a medical emergency and not a fire, the paramedics will stay to help the person, and take them to the hospital if the situation is serious.
Seve: I used to be a paramedic when I was younger.
Me: Really? When was that?
Seve: When I was ten years old. (Note to new readers: he’s four)
Me: Well, you know, you have to go to school for a long time to be a paramedic.
Seve: Oh, I went to school.
Me: You did? When did you do that?
Seve: On a Friday, Wednesday, 11:30, August.
Me: Oh, okay. I guess maybe I was busy that day.
Seve: Yeah, it was a very busy day.