This morning my youngest woke convinced we should hold a yard sale. Primarily, she wanted to trade that big Barbie house in her room for some cash, from which she would make a gift to charity and buy a new treasure (probably something to expand her "my little pony" collection).She would hear nothing about waiting for the neighborhood sale, when signs would have been posted for a week. Those signs and neighboring "vendors" virtually guarantee that crowds will converge intrigued by the collective marketing. My princess identified forty or fifty items for sale, made the price tags and sat out with those items (arrayed across the driveway) while eating her breakfast.
I gave her two dollars in change, confirming she knows a penny from a nickel from a dime. After her sister and Mommy woke up and joined us, we each pretended to negotiate for several items, then got change back from our payment.
Great day to be in the sun, learning from one another. One little first grader may not be rich, but she will be tuned to her numbers in the Fall.
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