That's what I earned as a teenaged babysitter. It was easy work -- I watched a lot of lousy sitcoms, read a fair number of bedtime stories and attended my share of tea parties. I rarely broke a sweat.
My son, Max, has been a dancer since before he could walk (yes, it was darned cute) and now at nearly 17, he's figured out how to do what he loves and make money. He's The Dancing Pizza Guy for Jake's Take-N-Bake Pizza in Cottonwood and a hip-hop dance teacher.
That's a happy boy, working the drive-by crowd as a "Sidewalk Marketer:"