Lucy loves her "lem-O-lade." It is always a little bittersweet for me when my kiddos start pronouncing previously mispronounced baby words. I hope Lucy always calls it lem-O-lade.
After church today, Shelby decided that she wanted to have a garage sale. The poor child doesn't understand why we don't have more than a handful of things to sell. Her Momma donates Ev-er-ything to charity and loathes the garage sale process. She loves shopping garage sales, but not having one of her own. So, when Shelby only found one thing to sell in the garage sale...our single jogging stroller...she was practically in tears. She wanted to find a bunch of stuff, set it up, and have the sale today...no planning or prep...just NOW. Not possible to throw a g-sale together like that, babe. So, I suggested that they have a lemonade stand instead. They profited $6 + and they were walking on air about it. Their Aunt Jeka sat out there with them while we went to a retirement reception at the church. When we got home, they were freaking out happy about all of the money they had earned selling {hot} lemonade.
We don't have ice. Guess we need to get some!
We don't have ice. Guess we need to get some!
