I found a parallel between trying to sell the kids' stuff and raising kids. Just like they'll tell you about having kids, people will warn you that a garage sale is a lot of work, but you simply cannot fathom how time-consuming it is involved until you actually do it.
At least with kids, there's the payback of sweet hugs and unconditional love. With garage sales, the "reward" is the dollar handed to you by a tattooed freak who then walks away with your daughter's beloved Dora the Explorer sweatsuit.
Ironically, in the midst of my weekend filled with bargain hunters, I discovered an amazing value for keeping the kids occupied. Sidewalk chalk.
One dollar for a pack of 12 at Walmart, and it keeps them busy for hours. AJ announced he was going to draw a robot, but after adding teeth he decided it looked more like a shark. 
Sydney colored on the driveway much like she does in coloring books: bold scribbles in pink done with total enthusiasm. She sure had fun with it. Three days in a row.
AJ really got into it. Below is his dinosaur. (The one behind him is the masterpiece of our next-door neighbor, Jolene.)
Besides the ancient reptiles, our driveway now features a viking ship, several "race tracks" (the very long line in the picture above is one of them), plus two hop scotch boards and many other scribbles. The kids have spent hours coloring the pavement over the last three days.
Not bad a bad way to spend a buck!
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