It was the Pinata at a kid's party they attended. And that kid Alex who had cancer and sold lemonade.
My son, Matthew, seven, sold candies yesterday.
He hitched up his skateboard, and made 'containers' out of paper and glue, and positioned himself outside the door.
He made his own signs, made up his own prices. I was MORTIFIED by the prices.
So imagine my surprise when, at the end of half an hour, he entered the house and showed me his earnings.
It may have been pity. Or just neighborly love.
But, am I convinced that this boy will never be hungry!