Summer begins…

I totally forgot that we used to do this as kids until I saw Amy over at Idiot Mom post about it recently.  Jon and I used to do something similar when we were younger and sans kids living it up in NYC.  It’s the Summer To Do List.  Or Bucket List.  Or What-to-do-when-we’ve-run-out-of-ideas-or-are bored-with-the-park List.  After dinner one night, we all sat around coming up with ideas on what fun or different things we wanted to do this summer.  I typed ‘em up, printed them out, and they now reside in a bowl on the counter, just waiting for little hands to pick something out.

The end of the first week of summer vacation isn’t even over yet, and we’ve already accomplished one major event!  Mr. B (and Miss P, his assistant) had his first Lemonade Stand in operation this past Sunday morning.  We made a sign Saturday night, bought a bunch of lemonade mix and lemon cookies to sell, and prepared to make our pitch.  Sunday was a pretty hot day, and our corner of the street is filled with foot traffic.  I sent an email out to some of Mr. B’s friends that live close by and we set out our stuff around 10am.

I had prepped Mr. B on the idea that we might not have many visitors, that the morning might pass by without a mass of sales, and that folks might not have a ton of cash on them if they walk by.  Boy was I wrong!  Mr. B and Miss P made out like bandits – approxmiately $40 was brought in by their efforts!  At five cents a glass, that’s not to shabby! I was totally surprised by strangers’ generosity.  Mr. B’s friends, I knew, would be easy sales.  But there were folks that came to a screaching halt at our stop sign, with one passenger getting out and apolozing for holding up traffic as they ran to us with dollar bills in their hands, grabbed two glasses and let us keep the change.

Perhaps the sale of the day?  That would belong to the firetruck that stopped on their way to the grocery store and the wonderful firefighters that indulged my kids in buying their concoctions.  It was priceless.

Runner up would be the nice man in the restored 1928 Model A Ford that offered to take us on a ride around the neighborhood.  

Although I had a fleeting and anxious thought as we drove away from the house that it might not be a good idea if he decided to kidnap us, I tried to remember that most people are inherintely good, and I want my kids to believe that.  Overall, the whole morning helped restore my faith in humanity a little bit.  Helped me see that there are kind and generous people in the world, willing to selflessly buy sugary drinks from a two and five year old just to see the giant grin on their faces during the transaction.

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