One of my earliest summer memories is riding in the back of my Dad's VW Bug with my 2 sisters and my mom and dad up front. We would take a little Sunday drive to the soft serve ice cream store. The leather seats just have a certain smell that bring all those memories flooding back.
My Dad has owned probably a dozen of these little cars (and they all smell the same inside!) Last time I was visiting home, out of the garage came the bright yellow one he has been working on, and my kids all had to have a turn inside. Isaac can't drive stick, and he certainly wasn't going to learn on this car, but he would have loved to take it for a spin.
My mom tells me to announce on my blog that it's for sale. I'm not so sure why she is eager to get rid of this one, because she must know that there is another right around the corner that needs some TLC from a certain grandpa that knows them like the back of his hand.
Both Isaac and Abbey were adding up their savings in their heads so they could make an offer to Grampy.
(Matt is missing in this photo shoot-I think he was having more fun at target practice with his BB gun.)