I Hate fire trucks

Until we had Reuben, I knew we lived right next to Reagan airport but I never realized just how close to the fire station we live. Turns out we live pretty close. And it also turns out that our local fire station must be pretty awesome because they never send one fire truck. They always send two or three, sometimes even four. I'll put Reuben down for his nap and just as he's settling an airplane will thunder over us. I'll hold my breath and listen but Reuben will power through. About a minute later the high pitched wail of the first siren will start up and roar past our house. It's so loud that the windows vibrate. Reuben: Nothing. Oh, how I love this kid. Then comes the next fire truck. Then a cop car. Then Battle jumps up on the book shelf and knocks over a stack of books. Finally the third fire truck will go screeching past our window and with that Reuben will open his eyes and let out a plaintive little wail before going back to sleep. He seems to be handling all the interference amazingly but it's driving me crazy! I'm all for fire safety but I have to wonder if there are really so many fire truck worthy incidents. I think the firemen may just be trying to show off.