Down the road, I'm sure Teagan will be a proud AmeriCanadian, intent on learning the history of the trio of countries that make her who she is. For now, she's just excited to party twice in one week.
Our ward hosted a 4th of July Bike Parade in the church car park and we wouldn't miss it...even though she doesn't ride a bike.
I mustered all the American pride a green card holder can possibly muster, along with as much red, blue and white trinkets as I could find. I'd like to think that her Little Tikes "bike" would make immigration proud of me.
Teagan seemed a little more excited about running free in the empty car park than riding around on her pimped-out Patriotic ride.
That and watching everyone else ride around.
There were plenty of things to see, everyone went all out decorating their bikes. They were also great about standing still and posing for a group picture. Teagan couldn't handle it and decided instead to fun towards...my Visiting Teacher, Dynelle. She might love her a little bit.
She thought she was big stuff and braved a scooter. Sure, can't walk a few feet without tripping over her own feet, but let's balance on a razor scooter. It helped that Greg was helping her. While he's our friend, Teagan tends to become paralyzed with fear whenever he's around, so I credit him for her balancing.
Two words for you: Donut Potluck. 'Nuff said. In true Richards fashion, Teagan elbowed her way to the front of the line. Look out.
Can a best friendship go one way? Teagan seems to think so. Poor Roma has no idea that she's Teagan's favourite part of any given ward activity.
Poor Brandon was slaving away at work while T & I were stuffing our faces (not pockets) with donuts and juice. He's required to work a certain number of holidays per year, and opted to work Memorial Day & 4th of July in order to get Labour Day off to spend in Canada with my family. And for all that, his lame wife didn't even save him a glazed.
For a girl torn between three different nationalities, she certainly manages to have a good time.


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