I have been going through our closets and toys for items to sell. Rick's unemployment and the recession has taken it's toll. "Kid 2 Kid" will take items that are in good condition and buy them from you. I started rounding up the items. Some were hard to part with like Noah's high chair, but rediculous to hold on to--when would I ever use that again? Noah could see what was going on and I'm not so sure he was happy that I was going to sell some of his toys and clothes. He can barely get his big toe in his Cowboy Boots and he swears that they still fit him and he will wear them tomorrow.
I then went over to "Kid 2 Kid." They were looking over the items when my phone rang. "Mom, how do you spell yard sale? I want to have a yard sale today?" "Hunny, I'm busy at the cash register, I'll be home in a moment to help you then."That answer was not satisfactory enough. He continued his pleadings and I was left with no choice, I had to hang up.
By the time I arrived home, Noah had gathered a box full of stuff. I guess he didn't have such a hard time parting with toys when money was involved. Each item had a homemade price tag carefully placed on it. There was a wood plaque with the words "Yard Sale" in large black letters. I was really impressed with his ingenuity. If only Rick or myself were as ambitious as he was, we might not be in this delimma.
I convinced him that a yard sale needed time, planning, advertising and so forth and that weekends are better. I knew he would be disheartened if he didn't have customers and he was selling things like his "Happy Meal" toys. The next weekend it happened to rain, so we have been able to bypass the yard sale for the time being. One day, maybe one day...
What I learned from Noah: He is an entrepreneur in the making.
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