My boy asked if we had anything growing on trees at our house that we could sell. I reminded him about the avocado plantation on the back 40.
Later that evening, my children did this:
Here, let's take a closer look:
They left all of these explicit instructions because this was a self-service fan stand. They set it up before bed that night, expecting heavy midnight foot traffic on our cul-de-sac.
Isn't that adorable and entrepreneurial?
They left no stone unturned:
a little advertising,
a system for payment,
an attractive display,
Cynical little shits, aren't they?
After the disappointment of slow sales from the graveyard shift, they set the whole thing up again in the morning before we left for school.
As we were backing out of the driveway (carefully), my boy asked me if they had spelled everything right on the signs.
I pointed out the "where" instead of "we're".
He said: "Well, now people will know we really are kids."
Of course, they did not sell a single fan. Part of me wanted to sneak out there and put money in the bucket, just like I'd done when they had an impromtu art sale on their bedroom doors one time. But where is the lesson in that? They need to learn that if they want to earn money, they have to consider things like product quality and target markets.
Those fans are crap!
I see a lemonade stand or two in our future this summer, maybe even a garage sale.
I'm glad I did not cave on this valuable lesson.
Crap doesn't sell.
But there was that time in the mid 70s when Megan Cronin and I made perfume out of magnolia petals and sold it door to door for 2 cents a jar. Don't tell my kids, but if you get the marketing right, sometimes crap does sell! Just ask my chillow.