My kids decided to start their own handmade card business and wanted to set up shop at the end of the street. The end of the street isn't the safest place to just hang out, nor is it especially heavy on foot traffic. Because I appreciate and applaud their entrepreneur spirit I told them I'd take them into the Healdsburg square the next morning.
We tried to tell them the types of cards people usually buy, but this wagon was loaded with cards like: "Yes, I am a loser. I like dogs" and "I'm a bad boy. I beat up my sister". Ian's got quite the flair for dramatics and shock value with his writing; remember he is the one who wrote about me, his mother, is as mean as a hunting dog.
They did have some sweet cards in there though, such as: " A good wife is someone who loves you" and "Cousins are meant together".
We made it into the square and they had a couple of customers. Our trip was unexpectedly cut short when one of them decided to blow a whistle right into my ear and my patience for the whole thing had worn quite thin.
They set up shop in front of the house and had a couple of other customers and they were tickled pink with their end of day tally.
I'm afraid this may have sparked an all summer money making adventure idea, and I will try and support their ideas to the fullest extent that my (small) patience will allow me.