My kids and the neighborhood kids have this new club. It's called the Jigson Club.
"Mom, come see our club," my daughter called.
I bundled up and headed out into the woods. The kids had made a nice little fort with fallen branches, and covered it with an old sheet.
"Nice," I said.
"Look at our price list," my daughter said as she shoved a stack of papers at me.
"We're selling things."
There were an assortment of pet rocks, pom-pom pets, and other creative doo-dads and what-nots. Leave it to my entrepreneurial daughter to make it a business. I knew I was getting suckered into this one.
I now have a lovely pet rock sitting on the counter in my kitchen. Guess how much it cost? $3.00. What a deal!