The day dawned threateningly, whiny kids, cloudy skies, and a smell of thunder in the air.
It was the Yard Sale Day.
[Cue darkandstormynight theme music]
Well, it didn't go too badly, actually.
Our friends brought lots of good stuff to sell, . . .
. . . so it looked much nicer than our piddly little box of baby clothes and old board games.
Isaac got his baked goods ready:
He spent all night and all this morning making labels for his items.
And he did a terrific job selling them.
Every time someone came by, he offered them, very politely, his basket of free samples. "Sir, would you like a free sample?" I was very proud.
Almost everyone that came by declined. (Is there a rule that only diabetics can go yard saling?) But everyone that was medically fit to do so took one and exclaimed at their deliciousness.
And Isaac sold more than half of what he had made! Isn't that terrific?
I think it's because he was so polite, and so cute. Wouldn't you buy from this guy?
See how excited Theo is? He knows a good product when he sees one. And that Abby back there--she's got to crane her head around to find the end of the line. People lined up all the way back to Horton Road to sample Isaac's baking. Yes sirree.
Isaac was most excited that he is now allowed an email address for orders. (If you're interested, email me, and I'll give it to you.) Towards the middle of the morning, he was a little daunted. ("What time is it now? I haven't had anyone buy anything in forty-five minutes." "This isn't a small business; it's a microscopic business." "Why aren't there more people? How am I gonna get the word out?") But by 1pm, when we packed it in, he was pretty happy. He had made out very respectably.