On the way riding home from work yesterday, I saw 2 little tikes and mom out selling lemonade. I like to stop at lemonade stands because as a kid it meant so much to me when someone stopped to buy my lemonade, and as a parent, it meant so much to me when someone stopped at my kid's lemonade stand.
So I pulled out a dollar and the mom helped the little boy figure out how to make change, and I guzzled the lemonade like it was the best thing in the world. The kids stared at me in bewilderment, the mom thanked me and I rode away with a smile on my face as I climbed my way out of Great Valley on a sugar rush. It was a good ride home.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
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