My brother tried selling solar hot dogs.
I opened an ill-fated gymnastics school.
My sister tried to sell grape Koolaid at a neighbor’s garage sale, but I think she drank it all.
These days, my kids have dreams of selling pizza puffs and hot cocoa over our back fence to greenbelt walkers.
It’s the season of the child capitalist, and I wrote about my brush with several earnest neighborhood business owners over at Mile High Mamas. Come say hello and tell me what businesses you had!