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My eight-year-old daughter...

...the entrepreneur. (Explanation here.) And no lemonade stand or pet-sitting service either, but the bare-knuckled, no-holds-barred brawl of online commerce. Yes, her mom will be handling some of the technical details for now, but other than that this is completely Maddie's gig.

The site went up just yesterday, and this morning she made her first sale (which is why there are no items at her site right now - out of stock) and is already taking success in stride. When she heard the news of her first sale, she let out a brief whoop and then quietly said "I'm going to eat my breakfast now." I doubt that Donald Trump marked the closing of his first deal so calmly.

March 14, 2009 in Personal | Permalink

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My own daughter did online commerce, marketing stationary the made. She too sold out her entire inventory (mostly to her mom). Of course, she was 25 years old at the time (daughter, not mom).

Posted by: Paul Lamb at Mar 14, 2009 4:56:00 PM

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