I FOUND ALMOST $3,500 IN MY 13-YEAR-OLD SON’S PIGGY BANK

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His face lights up. “Really?”

“Really. But first, you owe me a lot of laundry folding.”

He groans.

The next week, I take him to the farmer’s market. We rent a small booth. He redesigns the packaging — still cool-looking, but not so… narcotic.

He names the brand “Sweet Hustle.”

The first day, he sells out in three hours.

The woman at the next booth, a bakery continue reading …