His to-do list was quite daunting, but with his excellent time management skills, Braxton was confident that he could handle his full day that lay ahead.
He first had to catch up on his morning cartoons. He had missed the previous two weeks due to the time he spent building and working his lemonade stand - which was his favorite way to spend time.
After hours on end of cartoon-watching, Braxton assumed his self proclaimed position as the Elevator Man for the apartment building. Occasionally, depending on which neighbor was riding the elevator, Braxton would continuously press the buttons to the wrong floor. Or better yet, he would sometimes run his hands over the buttons for all thirteen floors, which obviously irritated the other apartment dwellers.
But they always put up with Braxton's shenanigans as they felt sorry for the poor little fellow. You see, this is Braxton Jr. we're talking about. Braxton Sr., a widowed father, rarely spent anytime in the Wilshire building, as he was always away on "business".
Eleven-year-old Braxton Jr. was left free to roam the building and streets of the deceptively harsh surrounding neighborhood. But Braxton had street smarts. He knew that the folks at Jorri Rae's would take care of him and that there was something odd about the antique store across the street.
Anyhow, after Braxton's elevator adventures, he had pencilled in time to set up his lemonade stand for a while. Despite the either overly watery or overly lemony concoctions of "lemonade" Braxton created, the neighborhood's residents still loved Braxton's lemonade stand. There was just something so lovable about Braxton's quirky demeanor as he enthusiastically marketed his lemonade in his father's business suits that swallowed his skinny little body.
Braxton took to wearing his dad's suits as he aspires to be a business man one day, too. He hopes to work for Country Time lemonade.
