![]() ![]() We live in the northeast, so I had worried about rain. Moving the boxes from out of the garage and onto the driveway was like transferring Mount Everest one pebble at a time. It had been packed from the cement floor to the ceiling rafters with boxes-o-stuff for a long time, but when I couldn’t get to the tools and my kids couldn’t get to their toy box, I knew the time had come. Thanks, Diana, for being a great guest blogger! Even if the lemonade is crappy, the idea is awesome: gotta love those little entrepreneurs.Īnd Diana’s hot day at the garage sale/lemonade stand gleaned many lessons. If parents are there, we can ease on down the road, but if I see kids out there in the world, with banners and pitchers, wearing grins on their faces and hearts on their sleeves… well, if you ask me, it’s positively un-American to zoom by. ![]() In fact, we have an unspoken rule in our family that we must never drive past a homemade lemonade stand that is 100% maintained by kids. If you ask me, nothing screams summer like an end-of-the-driveway lemonade stand. ![]() This piece is special because it is written by my cousin, Diana Sabloff. ![]()
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