Selling Toys or Selling Fun?

I realize not all my readers are sales people.  I don't really consider myself one either.

In some sense, though, we are all selling something to somebody. 

We sell ourselves to employers, spouses, clients, and even our kids.

Yep I said kids.  How do we convince them to mind? 

We have to sell them on the fact that we will make their lives very uncomfortable if they don't.

On the flip side, we are the buyers of our kids' toys. We buy their stuff, not them.  The can beg us all day for a particular toy, but the bottom line is, if there is not something we like about it, some benefit we can conceive of for ourselves or our kid, we ain't buyin it.  Right?

So, do we buy toys for our kids or do we buy them "fun"?

This is a concept that the very successful salesman Joe Sugarman (remember "Blue Block" Sunglasses?) taught me in a series of recordings I picked up from the godfather of Internet Marketing himself, Mark Joyner for nothing. 

They are so cool!  These 29 audios are really fun "life lessons" from a salesman's perspective. 

I feel like I have the inside scoop.  It's awesome.

I'm happy to share this with you  -  Grab it here

(According to Joe, they are only available for a few days at this zero price)

I'd listen to him.  He's a genius!

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Yellow Hippos - #blog30 challenge post 6

What a chaotic scene!  Organized chaos though it was, we still had a time trying to figure out where we were supposed to be. Although we are not members there, I decided to let my kid participate in vacation bible school at the humongous church near our home this week. Being an only child, he craves any chance he can get to be around other kids.  I know several people who attend this particular church and feel pretty comfortable leaving my kid there.  

Now imagine 700 kids and parents and volunteers (who were as clueless as we were) trying to find their right spot, and you will have some idea of our predicament.  Thankfully I had registered him online and overheard someone directing another person to "the list". 

Are we on the list?  Let's check the list!  We rush to the board with the list.  I have forgotten my reading glasses.  I am an old mom of a young kid.  (it has its challenges)  "Look for the K's, Hunny... Do you see your name?"

"Here I am Mom!" my redheaded wonder exclaims.  I stick my eyeball to the board and confirm he is on the list!  Whoosh!  One less hurdle!  Okay, so the "list" determined that he is classified as a "Yellow Hippo".  I'm getting cracked up.  Now we must find all the other Yellow Hippos, then we know we're in the right spot.

Takes a few minutes dragging the poor boy around a sanctuary bigger than my college football stadium to find some Yellow Hippos.  The ones who have figured out where they are supposed to be already are holding up signs.  What a scene!  Alas, these yellow hippos were third graders.  We need 2nd grade yellow hippos.  Onward.

Nope, the hippos are not seated together, neither are the yellows, or the 2nd graders for that matter.  It is a huge, yet somehow beautiful, mosaic of children and excitement and expectation and noise. 

"Maaaaahhhuuuummm, quit pulling on me!"

"Sorry, Son. We need to find the 2nd Grade Yellow Hippos"

Finally we find them way up in the far corner, nosebleed section.  The noise is so loud he doesn't hear me tell him goodbye.  He's already hangin' with his new friends.  I sigh and walk away.  Have a good time, Baby.

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