I have done a bit more garage sale shopping than usual this year.
My kids think garage sales are just about the greatest things ever invented, since bubble gum. I tend to let them pick out a couple items of their own and they get really excited about that.
In truth some of the best investments I've ever made for my kids have only cost 25 cents.
Usually at stores when they ask for something, my answer is "no", or "not right now". I confess that often times they'll look up at me with hope in their eyes and ask, "Is it cheaper at Walmart?"
Anyway, I'm finding it an interesting line to walk now that they are getting a little older and starting to want things a little less ridiculous. I don't want my children to have an entitlement attitude, but at the same time I recognize that they have their own personalities and interests and I want to nurture those.
I guess that's what "working for" and "earning" something is all about.
Anyway, besides the garage sales, several kids their age have been doing little sidewalk sales of their own. Popcorn, lemonade, face painting... lettuce from the garden.
So they have been wanting to do something of their own.
A couple weeks ago, he had found this superhero puzzle at a garage sale and he wanted it soooo badly. So I caved and gave him the necessary 25 cents. Unfortunately, he was greatly disappointed when, upon returning home and putting it together, found that three of the large puzzle pieces were missing.
So one day he announced he was going to have a garage sale and sell his new puzzle, "because pieces are missing and I don't want it anymore."
I really didn't think much of it until Hubby came home for lunch one day and asked, "Hey, do you know what Jacob is doing outside?"
After saying no, Hubby then informed me that Jacob was just... sitting outside in front of the house with his puzzle and when asked what he was doing, Jacob woefully replied, "I'm doing a garage sale to sell my puzzle but... *big sigh... hanging his head* no one is stopping."
|Oh look! There's a car!|
|Oh man.... it didn't stop.|
Needless to say, he was pretty bummed he didn't sell it. It was the saddest, cutest, funniest sight ever.
However, I'm thinking that maybe I should let my kids do a bake sale of some kind. They could help me make up some goodies and then they could try and sell them!
What do you think? Would you buy cookies from a bunch of little monkeys on the side of the road?