Yard Sale

We had a garage sale over the weekend. Made some extra cash and got rid of some clutter. Not to mention that I finally sold a jacket Greg has been wearing since we met 10 years ago.

During the sale, it dawned on me that my kids didn't understand the concept. Especially my 3-year-old. He struggled with it.

As women would pick up old infant toys, Hayden would say loudly, "Why's she's touching my stuff? Mom, SHE'S TOUCHING MY STUFF!"

Another would give me money and walk away with some old clothes that no longer fit Hayden, and he would say, "That's my sweatshirt. Where are you going with my sweatshirt?" This went on and on until the sale was over.

At times, I wondered if Greg was even worse. People would slowly drive by, glance out their window, then drive on. Greg would say, jokingly, "What? Is our stuff not good enough?"

It was a busy day, selling items, reassuring Hayden that people were allowed to touch our stuff, and reminding Greg that people may be looking for something specific, and they only stop if they see it.

I can only assume they were NOT looking for a 10-year-old, faded jacket. By the way, I sold it for a dollar.

More importantly, I sold it.