One year the street by our old home was being torn up. New pipes were being installed and there was a great deal of construction work being done and a lot of workmen. I remember Justin, my oldest son, coming to me and suggesting that I made brownies or cookies so he could sell them with his lemonade to the workmen.
Years later, my middle son, James came up with the idea of selling lemonade at the park, across the street. Because the park was part of the bike loop around the lake, lots of people out riding bikes came by.
Business must have been slower than he liked because he came home and took his younger sister down, to sit by the stand. She had recently had a run in, literally, with her older brother's bicycle handlebars and was sporting a big black eye.
Business picked up with a cute little girl sitting by the stand with her black eye. I'm sure a lot people stopped to just find out what happened. Thankfully, no social workers or police were called in.