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Summertime: The Mosquitoes are the Least of
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Summer is here, school is out and chaos
reigns. It's the same thing every year. The kids are bored two minutes after
the final school bell rings. It's as though they contend with each other
to see who can be the MOST bored. It makes me wonder if they're truly bored
or competing for a dramatic role on The Young and the Restless. Either way,
I'm not likely to find solitude until the school doors open again in
September.
Last year I thought it might be a good idea to curb the summer boredom by
hosting a garage sale. This would be a way to keep the kids busy, teach them
some organization and salesmanship skills, and get my house cleaned out at
the same time. That's the lie I told myself anyway.
We started by cleaning out closets and drawers and found stuff we didn't
even know we owned. It was kind of like Christmas, for a moment, until we
ran across a dead hamster, then it became "Christmas meets Halloween". I'm
afraid the image of Charlie the hamster crammed behind the steering wheel
in the Barbie Camper is now permanently burned into their little psyches.
The kids rummaged through their toy boxes, but no one was really in the spirit
of getting rid of anything. That is, until I pointed out that selling their
toys for money would mean a shopping spree at someone else's garage sale.
After all, we have to replace our junk with someone else's junk, right? They
took to the idea like the tiny capitalists that Saturday morning television
had created them to be.
At this point, filling the garage sale box was going faster than I anticipated.
Upon further investigation I found the toddler had contributed items to the
box that we had no intention of selling. One of which was my birth control
pills. There's NO WAY I'm parting with those!
By opening day I was ready to sell the kids along with the rest of the house.
The same child that sold his new $20 gotta-have toy for 50 cents demanded
$5 for the Happy Meal toy he had gotten the night before at McDonalds. On
top of that, it took an hour to calm the screaming two-year-old, whose older
sibling was trying to pocket a quick $10 by selling the dog.
All in all the kids pulled in a pretty penny, although most of that was
hush-money from me, to insure they wouldn't reveal the truth about the stains
on the couch we were trying to sell.
Instead of teaching them organization and salesmanship, they learned bribery,
extortion and neighbor-swindling. It wasn't a total loss though. One way
or another, they at least learned the value of a dollar.
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