Last week we had a big fundraiser for our Cub Scout group. It was a garage sale / bake sale. And it was a huge success.
I wanted to include the boys in the fundraiser as much as possible, so at our den meeting I brought posters and markers and had them make signs to advertise the sale around town. I included the basic info (date, time, location) at the bottom of the poster and left the top empty for them to title, decorate, and adorn however they wanted. They love that kind of stuff. I even pulled a big chalkboard into the gym and wrote "Cub Scout Garage Sale and Bake Sale" so there would be no question on spelling.
While they worked on posters I thumbed through their cub scout books to update my achievement records. Then we had a layered pudding / oreo / chocolate chip / marshmallow / graham cracker dessert that they got to assemble themselves (we had learned about landfills earlier in the meeting) . . . and I sent them on their way.
Quick, clean up the room, gather up my supplies, sweep the floor, throw everything into the van, and get home to throw some corn dogs in the oven for dinner.
As I'm putting away everything from the Cub Scout pile I come across Payton's poster, which I had not seen previously.
Huh. Something seems a little off here. . .
"get yor car spotles"
Um, Payton? Scratching my head . . . .
Uhhh, we're having a garage sale. Where in the world did you come up with a car wash?
Confused. And then I see the light turn on in his head. "Oh." And a smile.
Seriously? How did you miss this one gigantic detail?! What a goon!
I've kept the poster because it just makes me smile. And what a great tagline - "get yor car spotles." Sometimes I just don't know about that boy.
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Yesterday that cute boy (and Conner and Scott) got a much needed haircut.
Shannon's Barber Shop, since 2000
