we had driven past their little stand once already. they’d been faithfully manning it for a few hours now. the mildly warm temperature brings out a kind of frenzy here. people in shorts and tank tops pack the trails. everyone has their garage doors open while they squeeze in some outdoor projects before the inevitable rains begin. and children attempt to be small business owners, usually while wearing swimming suits.
as we passed by the lemonade stand for the second time i felt a twinge of duty. the stand vacant of customers, the brother and sister looked like they could use some support. by the time we decided to pull over we were a few houses passed the kids. christian’s mom handed me some change and i made my way back to the little entrepreneurs.
they were so excited to see me coming and got a cup of ice cold lemonade ready.
50 cents, right? i asked as i reached forward with two shiny quarters.
it’s one dollar. the big brother quickly said. the little sister held the cup out, anxiously waiting.
oh. i said looking from them to my hand and back again.
through the driver side window of the car i told christian what they were charging for lemonade powder mix.
a dollar!? we are not paying a dollar!
rather than get in the car i froze. but they think i’m coming back. i squeaked. the kids looking on in anticipation.
did you tell them you were coming back?
no, i just walked away.
well then get in the car, let’s go.
i got in the car feeling a kind of shame mixed with extreme embarrassment. i sunk down in my seat trying to avoid those four little eyes looking on in confusion.
why are you embarrassed? christian asked. we are teaching them a business lesson. they should have been flexible and charged what the market demanded. they should have accepted the 50 cents–it was better than getting nothing.
and that is when i remember i was married to lord business.
when the lego movie first came out people told us we would love it because it is about christian. i didn’t understand how that was possible. until about half way through watching the movie myself. i realized the baddie was really symbolic of a grown man daddy. who had a large stash of legos. and in christian’s case the do not touch signs are the equivalent of the pristine unopened packaging.
kids’ hopes are always dashed at our home. but why aren’t they opened? they cry, expecting to find a lego heaven playroom.
i guess i am lord business. christian said at the movie’s end. but i’d never super glue legos together!