I grabbed a bag of lemons from the pantry.
“We’re going to make lemonade.”
His eyes widened. “Like a lemonade stand? Like in cartoons?”
“Exactly.”
The next day, we planned everything. He wrote a shopping list, researched how to make lemonade just right, and took notes in an old notebook—serious as a tiny CEO.
Saturday morning, we built our stand and painted a sign:
Leo’s Lemonade – 50¢ a cup
Fresh. Cold. Honest.
“Honest,” he said firmly. I didn’t ask why, but I had a feeling.
Our first customer was Mr. Franco from next door. He tasted a cup, smiled warmly.
“This is delicious! Did you make this, Leo?”
Leo nodded proudly.
“I’ll have another, and keep the change.”
“He gave us two dollars,” Leo whispered.
