As Colby and I were out for an afternoon walk, two neighbor kids came running out to their corner stand yelling, "Tattoos, 10 cents. You want one?" And they had options, all drawn out nicely on their construction paper to choose from. Apparently Lemonade stands are the thing of the past. Now it's all about hand-sketched, crayola-washables, 10 cent tattoos. In case you are wondering, we passed that one up. I had a good chuckle about it though.