Happy Thoughts!

Just like how I don't have the heart to tell the Short Bus that all the dinosaurs he loves so much have been dead for 65 million years, I never mention to him that the fire truck racing down the street with it's siren blaring as he jumps up and down and joyfully screams "fire truck!! fire truck!!" while frantically waving is heading to maybe peel burnt, dead bodies out of a burning building. I just dumbly wave along with him, beaming.