Teachin' MYSELF a Lesson!!!

(an Arrested Development Moment)
For months, Indiana has wanted a bike and Kenz has wanted new mary jane crocs. I told them that if Indy could earn 20 bucks, we would do the rest. SO, in an effort to teach my children a lesson about the value of industry and hard work, I came up with a plan. We would have a garage sale. Now I have never had a garage sale, but how hard can it be. LET ME TELL YOU! I spend at LEAST 10 hours cleaning out crap on Friday. And then I had to wake up at 7:00 the next day to set up the crap and tape up flyers. Then from 8-12am, I sat there as my children mingled with that lovely element of society and our average sale was 65 cents. Three hours into it, they had made a whopping 14 bucks. (So far, a dollar an hour for my time!) At the end, they had left me for dead while the visiting teachers were here. I went out and they were playing with friends, or Indy was telling every customer,"I tell you what, how about 11 cents?" It was a nightmare, and INSTEAD of teaching my kids a dang thing, it taught me a lesson. NEVER TRY TO TEACH YOUR KIDS A LESSON by HAVING A GARAGE SALE! It backfired and I am now Michael Bluth! (Oh well, I guess the 11 cent deals did work because at the end, we ended up with a whopping 24 bucks!! (But, never again I tell you! NEVER AGAIN!)