Dylan,
When you asked me for permission to use a hammer to break apart some landscaping rocks to expose their precious innards and sell them to people I tried to throw a little cold water on your earnings expectations.
When you borrowed a hammer and eye protection then disappeared into the driveway I was just glad to have you occupied.
When I agreed to let you sell your wares in front of the house I didn't imagine you'd even engage anyone with a proposition, much less close any business.
When you asked me how to spell "piece" I didn't even consider the bigger picture.
And then I went to call you in for dinner. I saw you across the street having just finished a cash transaction with a rare (and very pleased) pedestrian. I saw you had a five dollar bill in your hand and couldn't believe it. As you explained how you had gone door to door with your box of rocks and slick sales pitch you pulled out another thirteen(!) dollars from your pocket. You explained that we could give this money to a company. The kind that helps bring food to countries that are too hot and dry to grow their own so those people won't die.
I was very impressed with your success, and hearing that you'd sold people on the charity fund-raising line helped make at least some sense of the $10 bill you were holding as well.
You were so pleased you kept singing "this is the best day of my life", experimenting with different tunes.
Now we will research some charities and send someone the $18 you raised.
You are creative, fearless, and unstoppable. My challenge is to keep you safe in the meantime.
Dad
