Our local farmers market invites children to participate in a “children’s market” once every summer. This year my friend Eve reserved a table for her daughter to share with Larkspur. Larkspur spent weeks preparing for the big day. She could hardly sleep the night before, and woke an hour earlier than necessary that morning. When we arrived at market, she had a pouch with forty $1 bills inside for making change. At the end of the day she had two twenties and some change. We puzzled over her lack of profit until she recalled: a handmade purse, some cupcakes, a headband, and the list went on. As it turns out, Larkspur did a good bit of shopping herself.