My daughter thinks I am a panhandler!

Tonight the kids and I were doing some prep for her birthday party tomorrow. They were all helping me color with the new crayons Cierra got for her birthday. One set that she got was a set of Twistables that are "Real Life" which means that they are a swirl of colors together. They mostly turn out being a nasty mess of a color. Cierra was using one and tosses it down and says,"Mom, I don't like those crayons. I want to sell them." Now this in itself is not very funny...but let me give you some background and it might get there for ya.
I swear I have only had ONE garage sale in my whole adult life. Cierra was a baby and there is no way she could remember it. However, ANYTIME some toy of hers has "mysteriously" disappeared from her room (aka Mom got rid of it) she thinks we sold it. Anytime she is looking for a shirt that she has grown out of and I have removed from her drawers, she thinks I sold it. I couldn't find a pair of earrings one day...I must have sold them. It is so funny. So tonight when she said that I had to crack up....and share...maybe you had to be there!!