Selling Chapstick

So I'm hanging in the backyard one day, and Eva asks, "Hey Mommy, do you want to play with me?"

"Sure," I replied.  "What are we playing?"

"Well your job is going to be to take care of the cats."  

"Fantastic.  I can do that."  Then I thought, "Well, where are you going?"

Eva started getting all her things together.  "I have to go to work.  I walk up and down the streets selling stuff.

Woh, woh, woh.  Back up. 

"What exactly are you selling?"  I asked, almost choking.

 "You are not going to just roam the streets, that's dangerous. "

"Mommy, I'm selling chapsticks.  I'm checking to see who needs one. "

"Okay,...that's better.  I gotta go, the kitties are crying."