Yesterday was the daughter’s first time working her lemonade stand. Being that we have a Russian and an American mixed marriage there was a discussion as to whether she should work with the neighborhood kids to have each one work at the stand, take turns squeezing lemons, and then divide profits equally, or if they should form an autonomous collective with lemonade delivered to each house whether it is wanted or not, get revenue directly from the housing authority, an divide it according to need.

Being a girl of the 21st century, she instead opted for getting a no-bid contract for lemonade, overcharged by several hundred percent, and filled the pitcher with raw sewage, maximizing profits.

That’s my girl!