With the sellers being five-year-old girls.
It's my turn to ring the bell.
No, it's MY turn.
Sparkle, it's my turn, right?
Look, there's a snail. Ewww.
I see TWO snails.
I see FOUR snails!
Would someone knock on the door?
Sweetie, put the stick down.
Honey, it's not polite to knock on someone's door and then sit on their porch swing while you wait for an answer.
Garden gnomes are not toys.
Maybe they're sleeping. Maybe they're not home. Maybe they didn't hear the bell. Forget it, no one's home.
Maybe it takes them more than five seconds to get to the door.
We would like to sell you some cookies. The lady next door is allergic. And that house said they already had some. MY daddy bought five boxes. They cost five dollars a box, I mean four dollars.
Are we done yet? Can I carry the umbrella? Can I carry the cookies? Is it snack time now?
One wonders, in a mosaic culture such as ours, how those newer to the country view this phenomenon of dressing small children in matching t-shirts and sending them out to beg for cash. What a country!