In The Addams Family, young Wednesday sets up a sidewalk lemonade stand. A Girl Scout comes by and asks her if there are real lemons in her lemonade. After double assurances, the girl says she’ll buy Wednesday’s lemonade if Wednesday buys her cookies. Then comes the kicker: “Are they made from real Girl Scouts?”
The line works, in part, because of the historical setting. There is nothing more “American” than a kid selling lemonade by her home on a sunny day.
And yet, somehow, this traditional right of American life — a rite of passage — is under attack across the nation. Selling lemonade is a “business,” you see, which requires a license, and one may only engage in commercial enterprise in areas zoned for that, and . . . well, you get the idea.
Bureaucrats and over-policers feel it’s their duty to instruct the kiddies that they may only engage in nasty things like business with special permission.
Children must never see it as a right.
I know, there are problems (even in common law) about setting up a business in your home and stinking up the neighborhood or bringing in dangerous traffic. But, well, come on. Get real.
We’re talking lemonade stands!
The issue may be more important than the size of the industry would suggest.
This is Common Sense. I’m Paul Jacob.