Before the lil' heads can conduct business behind the table...
they gotta learn their product line,
learn standards & distinguish which of their commodities...
are sold by the bunch
& the pound.
They have to practice greeting, adding fractions & bits. Give totals.
Pick their favorite produce. Be patient.
Compost is both a loss & a treasure. A chance to re-invest.
There is marketing to do, products to display. It must be beautiful & true, easy-to-see.
At our house? I was told very clearly to make a "sweet pepper-basil torta with feta & one dozen eggs. A side of green beans. With lots of butter. Lots." And so it was.
Every day at 3 my downstairs turns into a small emporium with chalkboard menus, baskets of walnuts, play produce & football helmets for sale. The local kids charge siblings between $1-1000 for any given item, but they've learned in their play that giving change is easier when dealing with whole, small bills. Yesterday they were all wearing Fez hats from Egypt & running a cafe that sold fish tacos. There are still no limits apparently. I so treasure this age, the final glimpse at the dreamscapes of their toddler-selves before they begin asking for allowances & creating websites of their own.