
That is Owen's word for Ambulance. This little guy loves trucks of any kind. If he sees a man in uniform(police, fire, medic), he always wants to know what kind of truck he drives. If it is an ambulance, he then wants to go see it, the old lady in the back(background story below), and then wants to know if he can go see her at the hospital once they get her there. Teehee. Thing is, he won't speak to the medic and would never hide his shyness from that little old lady in the hospital.
Once while eating at Red Lobster, an older man backed into an older lady whom was walking in the parking lot. She fell and was bleeding and an ambulance came and picked her up. We had front-row seats from our booth. Owen is compassionate about the health of this old lady and assumes she is in every ambulance he sees.



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