My daughter, she sure has spunk and determination! We've always said, she dances to her own beat! Hmmm, I wonder where she gets that from? And no, not my husband. I really think she'll go far in life but she does make me nervous at times and her brother mortified.
She decided on Sunday that she needed to make some money. She said, "Mom, Dad, I'm good at a lot of things, and I think I want to try selling some of those things!" I know my husband cringed at the same time I did. As parents (on the inside) you question where her head is going with this but also, we want her to know we think she is talented and don't want to stifle any of her confidence. So we gave her the ok and she decided to set up her art shop right in front of the house!
Now does this guy deserve Dad of the year or what? What a trooper and yes, her biggest fan that's for sure!
Look at that painful expression on my husband. It says, "Please tell me I'm done out here....Please?"
I had to bribe my son and his buddy to be nice and buy a piece from her. Not their money of course. I gave them each a dollar to make her day! I missed it, but a neighbor who was walking by stopped over and bought a piece. I think you can see by her huge smile that she is a happy camper!
She sure was happy at the end of her sale, because she was just shy of $5.00 richer! I could see the wheels spinning as to what she was going to come up with next!
Forward 2 days and she again had a wild hare to sell something else. So she set up shop out front but this time it wasn't art it was freeze pops! I let her drag her little table and chair out and told her to have fun and good luck!
I did a few things inside and then decided I should check on her. Well, she wasn't at her table. I double checked the back and inside to see if she had snuck in but no Claire.
I didn't worry because we know all the neighbors and everyone knows Claire. Well lets just speed this story along here. As I'm trying to get my son ready for football he starts getting so stressed out that someone has taken Claire that he can't even put his dam pants on. He begins to fall apart on the floor and said, "What if something happened and we never see her again? I can't go to football and concentrate. Oh gawd James are you crazy? We couldn't be that lucky! No I didn't say that. Ok maybe not out loud, honest!
I've said this and I'm afraid I'll be saying it a million more times.....James is a worry wart and freaks out about the craziest things and always at the worst times. He will even freak out about the tiniest red dot on his body. Once he gets an idea in his head, oh hell you'll never hear the end of it. He swears he's going to get the plague or Elephantitis some day!
What an overprotective big brother! Despite fighting like a zebra vs a crocodile, he would do anything for her.
I decided to leave my son in the puddle of his own tears and go find my street walker! I made the loop around the pond and found her a couple blocks away. When I pulled up to her she was carrying a basket and a huge grin on her face. I told her to get in right away. She was not happy to have her job cut short but knew the look on my face was not one to mess with.
We got home in time to take the sobbing mess to football, after I assured him that his sister was fine and of course had to promise him that she was never going to leave the house again, ever!
I must say, despite some painful moments with my emotional 11 year old, my little entrepreneur made $9.00 selling freeze pops. I of course had to call all the neighbors and find out how much I owed them for humoring my girl but wow! She knew she wanted to make money and that she did! Pretty good for 7 years old!
Hmmm, if she keeps this up we might be looking at early retirement!
I've been told that she'll be selling singing lessons next! Get ready neighborhood, are you in for a treat! Maybe I can send James somewhere so he doesn't get embarrassed or sit there watching her like a hawk so she doesn't scurry off!
