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madrobinsThat's what the Girl Scouts are supposed to engender in our Young. It certainly seems to work in the case of Avocado, who spent eight hours (givertake) yesterday selling cookies, first in our neighborhood, then in the Sunset district, with her bosom beau Olivia, with whom she was a Brownie many many moons ago.
We've sold something in the neighborhood of 400 boxes so far--respectable but not breathtaking (one girl set up at 8am in the Financial District on Friday morning--cut school to do it--and sold 1000+ boxes by day's end). Still, we soldier on. Right now we're waiting for notice of a good selling spot between noon and 3, since Avocado has skating this evening also. And what is my role in all this? I have to be there for safety reasons, of course. I hold the money. And (aside from restocking the table and keeping an obsessive count of all the cookies we brought) I let the kid do the selling, at which she's astonishingly good.
If I were the world I'd be trembling right now.
We've sold something in the neighborhood of 400 boxes so far--respectable but not breathtaking (one girl set up at 8am in the Financial District on Friday morning--cut school to do it--and sold 1000+ boxes by day's end). Still, we soldier on. Right now we're waiting for notice of a good selling spot between noon and 3, since Avocado has skating this evening also. And what is my role in all this? I have to be there for safety reasons, of course. I hold the money. And (aside from restocking the table and keeping an obsessive count of all the cookies we brought) I let the kid do the selling, at which she's astonishingly good.
If I were the world I'd be trembling right now.