He was sent to his room, and golf taken away for the remainder of his day. I don't even remember the reason, but likely because he lost his cool. It was devastation at it's worst, given that golf is what he spends every ounce of his free time doing. He spent quite awhile in his room (beyond what was required) before he came downstairs carrying this stool with his Deanna Rose Farmstead rock "mining" collection displayed on top. Each rock was accompanied by a piece of paper with a price ranging from "free" to "2.00," and he walked out to the end of our driveway and sat, waiting for a neighbor to walk by. Since it was crazy hot, muggy, and the middle of the day, we didn't see a soul. Feeling tenderhearted, I sent Sadie (& Daddy) out with a dollar to purchase a rock. Both parties were equally pleased with the exchange (seriously, Sadie couldn't have been happier with her new rock), and I was feeling really proud of my little entrepreneur's creativity and assertiveness.. and ability to rebound from an unfavorable situation, which is sometimes (often) difficult to do. I made sure he knew.