When I was four, I got a Honda 70 three-wheeler for Christmas. While the rest of my friends had these crappy little electric plastic wannabe ATVs, I had the real thing. Because of that, I’ve always said my kids wouldn’t have those crappy little electric things either.
In steps the grandparents.
This pink four-wheeler is a hand-me-down from some friends, and, I suppose, it’s a good way for Lillyan to get some psuedo- All Terrain Vehicle experience.
After Daddy gave her the tutorial, away she went. And, I’ll admit, she does love it.
Gramps had to do some creative adapter business to rig it up to run on the old batteries from Uncle Tyler’s crappy little plastic wannabe ATV. Some of the batteries work for a few minutes, some, for, uh, a few seconds. Uncle Tyler was hard on his toys — make that IS hard on his toys. But at least he shares.
I imagine Uncle Tyler’s ATV wasn’t pink. I guess Lillyan is lucky because he won’t be stealing hers anytime soon. Uncle Tyler is not really into pink.
Lillyan is into pink. Pink and fishing and mud and ATVs. This week.
That is the face of pure delight! I think this will suffice until she’s big enough for the Real Deal!