Just popped outside and asked the boys what they were up to...and they said with gusto "Selling Pizza, Mom. Want some?" My entrepreneurial heart swelled with pride as I heartily said "yes, please." Logan informed me that the pizza was Five Dollars. (a fair profit margin for hand-made love on a plate) I handed him the "money" (a couple of crusty rocks) and he handed me back a big slice of "cheese pizza" (a couple of crusty rocks). They then informed me that the dogs also wanted some pizza, 
but that they were making a mess and proceeded to show me all the pizza on the ground. (about 50 crusty rocks) I told them that the dogs clearly don't understand the value of a dollar. They both looked at me, gave me a blank stare, then went back to yelling "PEEEEEE-TZA for Sale" at the top of their lungs. Ahhhhh....capitalism at its best.
2 comments:
I love kids and their creativity. Just a few crusty rocks and they are good to go! That is the cutest little stand too. FUN! I can't wait until Dylan and Maya can really start playing together like that!
I'm so glad you started writing again, Chris. It's therapeutic, don't you think?
Kids remind us to use our imaginations, to live with abandon, and to simply be in the moment. It's such a great reminder to quit being so "adult-ish" in our lives and helps restore our inner self. What a great reminder!
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