the budding entrepreneur

So how can you resist the roadside lemonade stands that taste like watered-down dishwater, or the snow cones with way too much syrup and no ice... that alone would not be so hard, but add to that the excitement of little kids who yell from the corner with enthusiam trying to sell their wares and they are pretty darn hard to resist. My kids have gotten into the snowcone-selling business, with their bag of ice, and 5 different flavorings, and 2 snowcone making machines, one with electricity, and one the old-fashioned grinding way, and I see them sitting outside, after leaving water drippings from the kitchen sink to the front door, yelling from the sidewalk, sign in hand, trying to sell their wares, and my heart tugs just a bit, especially to see brother and sister working side by side, and those poor, unknowing "customers" that consist of the adult neighbors that have become so much a part of their lives, and they sit outside in 95-degree weather to collect their quarters, thinking they have broken the bank. It makes me think of tomorrow and what those same blonde-headed children will be as they make their way in this world, do they have any idea how hard it will be? So for today, as I have mopped up the sticky mess for the umpteenth time, and run to the store for more ice and Dixie cups, I will cherish their desire for working together and what can come from hearing those quarters clink in their pockets.