We obliged and facilitated. With 2 looming and dark caveats.
#1) she had to make and sell her own products with as little adult help as we could get away with. NO store package of cookies or carton of Newman's limeade.
#2) she had to work and hustle her booth. Solo. Mama would not be an employee of the stand.
Hard work. And reward. She was also told that she could decide how to spend the money. If she works to earn, she can decide how to spend. (easy to say because we thought she only make a few dollars to blow on candy and a juice box)
Game on, sister.
She made an easy sugar cookie recipe that I found for her. Mama directed and did oven duty. But little lulu has moves in the kitchen. Colored sugar was the best part.
She spent a week posing with her table and chair to get the feel of free enterprise.
"do I look like a real lemonade stand girl, mom?". A thousand times a day.
She also used cloth napkins to practise picking up cookies with touching with her fingers. Because that is a gross violation of safe food handling.
Oh. And sister hustled. She sang charming ditties. She flagged over cars and blocked in oncoming bikers and runners. She upsold and made package deals for bulk buyers.
She also gave her mean face to cars that raced by without pausing.
She worked in the sun for hours until a gallon of pink lemonade and 2 dozen cookies found new homes.
And the financial rewards? What pittance did she scrounge together for a trip to the candy store? Oh you wonder.
She made more than I made at my first job. Nearly $10 an hour. Candy store plans got scrubbed because there were some Star Wars action figures just calling to her. Luke now has all his buddies...and a Darth Vader to boot.