Rebecca has been wanting to have a lemonade stand for months. MONTHS. Like, middle of the winter, “when can we have a lemonade stand?” She read about it in a book she got around Christmas, and has been waiting for the perfect day ever since.
Today, I couldn’t think of a good reason why not. The heat wave had broken, but it was a warm, sunny day. We had nowhere else we needed to be. What the heck.
Rebecca insisted on pink lemonade, and Daniel wanted to sell cookies. So, just like my own mother before me, I baked up a batch of chocolate chip and off we went to the end of the driveway.
When the first car drove by without stopping, the look on Rebecca’s face was sheer betrayal. It had simply not occurred to her that someone would pass and NOT STOP. I thought we were doomed.
A few minutes later, though, a car pulled over and a guy told Rebecca he wasn’t thirsty, but wanted to give her a dollar for doing such a nice job, anyways. (The guys were nice, but mama bear in me was glad to be supervising from a few feet back.) The afternoon turned around.
We sat out for about an hour and a half on our quiet street. I’d say they had maybe five sets of customers, one of which being my sister-in-law and her husband. They probably made more in generous “tips” from friendly neighbors than actual sales, and we’ve got about a quart of pink lemonade and most of a batch of cookies left over, but they were thrilled. I think this one goes in the “win” column.