The other night I’m tucking in my 3 year-old son. Generally he picks a book out for me to read to him before bedtime. On this particular night he picks out a book about fire stations.

It’s a basic book for 3 year-old minds. The firemen wake up, they eat breakfast, the alarm goes off, they put on their jackets, go put out the fire… and so on.

Well, after they firefighters put out the fire and return to the station, they talk about the chores firefighters do. Upon which I read this line:

“Fireman Jason waxes the fire pole.”

Hunh? I start to giggle so hard I could barely get out the next line, “Fireman Dan is washing the fire truck.”

At this point my son asks me why I’m laughing. And I brush it off with a, “well, it was just funny to me.”

But really, what could I have said? “Maybe Fireman Jason should stop smacking the tallywacker around and help Fireman Dan wash the truck.”

Proof that parents don’t really grow up.