entrepeneur

We live in the country, so childhood business ambitions involving lemonade stands and bake sales have not been money-makers our boys could count on. But they have seen their Mom brake for every stand (this is a life rule) and know she is not the only Crazy Adult with Spare Change. So, this week, when we were suddenly in a park with over 100 campsites, Caleb notices the opportunity in being camped near the main path...all those middle-aged dog walkers and retired couples driving huge RVs? They MUST have the big $$, to be driving those gas guzzling monsters, right?!
So Caleb sets up a little stand:

He doesn't need lemonade...that's for girls. He asks no help from Mom and Dad, just permission to empty the box of kindling and use the cardboard as a desk. We say yes and make jokes about Grandpa Del's DNA and the spirit of free enterprise. Caleb doesn't need our ideas-he is full of his own plans for making his first million before he is twelve. He runs to the car and finds a notepad and scribbles out a sign. Places it on his "desk" and sits proudly, waiting for his first customers. What is he selling? What service can our 9 year old boy possibly offer strangers?
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