Scout celebrated her first 4th of July in style.
Unlike last year, when the festivities were cancelled due to rain, the weather was perfect. Perfect for a lemonade stand.
My nieces also pulled out this gem.
It's called a PPV which stands for People Powered Vehicle. They were produced during the early to mid 70s during the oil crisis. The driver and passenger independently pedal and it has a bit of room in the back for a small child or a bag of groceries. It's three speeds and I wouldn't want to go up much of a hill in it. According to the interwebs around 5,000 of them were made. Yet somehow, there was, at one time, 3 of them in my family. Sadly this one, my uncle's, is the only one that remains operable. (Through the magic of the interwebs, I'm not in possession of a pdf of the PPV maintence manual.) My sisters and I pedaled that thing all around when we were kids. My mom sent us the picture above, and my younger sister immediately texted back and asked, "Didn't it used to be bigger?" Apparently, we were just smaller. But we couldn't resist taking it for a ride.
After one time around the block, my legs were on fire and I was out of breath.
For additional nostalgia, my dad pulled out the lawn darts. To Rykert's excitement.
Tossing commenced, and no one was impaled.