They created a sandwich board, allowing my middle daughter to be walking advertising.
They set up shop and prepared their signage with great attention to proper spelling.
Then they shouted, "Bake sale!" They tirelessly cheered and blew whistles and honked a bike horn that I eventually had to confiscate to maintain my sanity. It never dampened their spirits that our road suddenly morphed into The Road Not Taken, at least not on this particular afternoon.
In their eyes, no cars, no problem. Just more cake pops for them to eat themselves.
One more thing that I like about kids: undeterred enthusiasm.