little house

I almost forgot.

I almost forgot that last week, while Tyler and I were so busy working in our yard, our kids set up a roadside place of sale.

It wasn't really a stand.

There was no lemonade involved.

There was a sign, which literally read S2$ but really meant $.25 .

They brought out the bathroom stool and placed it next to the mailbox.

They rang a little brass bell to draw attention to themselves.

S.A.M. even snuck in a few occassional heckles to neighbors who ventured from the safety of their houses to retrieve their mail.

But they didn't sell their wares. Nobody, not one of the maybe 4 people that passed, stopped to purchase a song. Can you even believe it?

Mademoiselle sat at the piano for about an hour and a half playing and playing the same song. She took lots of breaks to advise S.A.M. on his roadside manner. Otherwise, there she was, plink-plunking away.





Maybe their first business venture was a flop, but they didn't stay down for long. They quickly gathered as many little rocks in a black garbage bag as they could, to sell in the same manner (with a new sign that read S0$), because "everyone needs rocks!"