Our Good Friday

We took this guy (our favorite guy actually) to the airport to go visit his Grandma Brown in Ohio. Grandpa Bob was already planning to visit, so Ryan decided on Sunday to tag along too. He hopes to do some visiting with a bunch of Ohio relatives, and gather some information while he's there for family history work. We miss him already!

Easton and I were busy on Friday as normal. After the errands, we came home and baked chocolate chip cookies to take to Afton's class for her "full jar of marbles" party. Easton was happy to visit her class today and be the star. He passed out all the cookies to Afty's friends and loved it.

After school, it seemed like most of the neighborhood kids hung out at our house. At one point I went out and there were about 15 kids in our driveway, riding scooters, shooting hoops, playing four square. Even a couple new ones I've never met. Funny. I'm pretty sure the chocolate chip cookie sale in our driveway was the big draw. Afton was being entrepreneurial, trying to make a buck or two, so we agreed on a 50:50 split of the cash intake. I got half for the ingredients and labor to bake, and she took in the other half for her supreme saleswoman efforts. Her jar had $18 bucks in it before we knew it. Easton was practically devastated that the cookies were gone, and even more so because none of that money was his :).

Once we decided to split the profits, Afton's master mind kicked into high gear. She kept proposing to sell the delicious cookies for $1.00, then $2.00 as the ching ching kept racking up in her mind. I had to delve into a little Economics 101, explaining the concept of "what the market will bear" to help her understand that while our cookies were indeed fabulous, I was pretty sure that most people wouldn't pay $2.00 for a cookie. So we landed at 75 cents, and that appeared to be a market clearing price :)

Rowan and Maya

Easton: inspecting his scooter after giving it a full wash. A hand wash I might add. Lots of dish towels and soap used on that baby...

Intrastate commerce in action...

And here's the man holding down our fort, showing off his frog puppet he made at preschool last week. We love you, Easton. Thanks for being so cool!