What is it about childhood and selling things? I can remember drawing pictures as a kid and going door-to-door selling them for $0.25 a piece. Of course, no one probably really wanted my pictures, but when I sold one it made all the difference in the world.
Well today I walked outside to find Jacob and Brady smashing rocks on the side steps to reveal the "crystals" inside. A short while later Noah came in to make a sign. It was to read: "$1 each."
My initial reaction was to blurt out, "What! You can't sell rocks!" But remembering my own childhood endeavors, I withdrew. Instead, I patiently wrote out the letters e-a-c-h and sent him on his way.
Ashlee jumped on the opportunity and brought out her hair bows and homemade bath salts. It was a regular bazaar.
To my knowledge their only customer was Dad (and an easily-conned Noah,) but they had fun while it lasted. Midway, Noah came in the kitchen with one of the "crystals" that he had bought for 3 pieces of money (the coin kind, not the paper kind, I made sure of,) and hid it up in the spice cabinet. "This one is for me and you only," he told me. Sweet guy stashing our treasure.
Thanks Brittany for capturing the memory!