As I cut the lawn last night, the kids were out playing in the front of the house.
The boy was running around falling over as he's apt to do. The girls had laid out a blanket and Hot Gril was doing the youngest girls hair. It was quite the suburban dream.
After a while in the back I came around the other side of the house. The boy was still tripping over his gigantic feet, but the girls had moved to the the edge of the road. In addition, they were standing there, facing the road, each holding a basket and a sign.
I turned off the mower and walked over.
The first girl was holding a sign that read " Buy Or Berries" and in the basket was a pile of crabapples that they had plucked from our tree.
The other girl had a sign that read " Look at the pretty girl. Give us money"
" What are you doing ?!"
" What's wrong dad ?"
" You can't ....I mean....you can't ask people to give you money because you are pretty."
" Why not ?"
" Because....well because people just aren't going to give you money because you're pretty."
" Sure they will."
" Yeah...but...well...take all this stuff down ! You'll distract the drivers and someone will crash into a tree"
" Oh OK. I didn't think of that. Thanks Daddy."
I am so dead.