Saturday, June 13, 2009

Entrepreneur

Our 11 year old likes to spend money. The town recently restarted the Saturday morning Farmer's Market. I'm always pulling up and thinning out the flower beds. So what better time for him to start earning some cash?
Today was his second foray into the world of business. Armed with a red wagon load of columbine, obedient plant, black-eyed susans and fresh cut mint we walked up to the courthouse square. He did all the talking while I sat under a tree and read. An hour and a half later, we walked home with only one plant left and $16 in his pocket.
Of course he has plans to spend it as I tried to explain his need to purchase more pots. New terms learned: profit, overhead, capital. His biggest sacrifice was giving up Saturday morning cartoons. But we'll work him in slowly.