Yesterday the kids and I walked over to Wendy's for lunch because I did not want a sandwich. On the way over we saw a small firetruck, and once I pointed it out to Isaiah, the driver smiled, waved, and turned on his sirens for us. We had a yummy (terribly unhealthy) lunch of fries, burgers, and frosties. Charlotte slyly dipped her fry in ketchup, then made a horrified face when she tasted it. Isaiah loved his lemonade and little card game that came with his lunch. I considered our splurge for lunch a fabulously well-spent $7.