Today was VanCity Cookie Day, which means Guides and friends gathered all over the city to press cookies on unsuspecting shoppers. My girls are exceptionally good at this. At the pressing, I mean. They’re not very good at making correct change, keeping their hats on, or remembering to say thank you when someone doesn’t buy, but they are MAD good at pushin’ those cookies.
I guess ‘cause when you’re seven and you’ve got a bunch of front teeth missing, your customer service skills are sort of beside the point. And if you stand in the rain till you start shivering and your lips turn blue, that’s even cuter… at least, from a buyer’s perspective. Apparently.
My favourite part of the day was hearing about all of the April Fool’s Day pranks the girls pulled earlier in the morning. It was all classic stuff – the dad-sanctioned ‘put the whoopee cushion under mom’ one, strategically placed plastic bugs, and even one salt-in-the-sugar-bowl switcheroo – but they were really excited to show off how sneaky and devious they’d been. It was pretty adorable.
Then again, that was at noon.
When I was dry, and relatively warm.
And I had two DayQuils in me, staving off the fever-cold I probably picked up from one of the girls on Wednesday. (I love them, but they’re germ-factories.)
Ah well. That’s guiding for you. Everything happens “rain or shine!”
I leave you with the lyrics to one of the songs we busted out today to keep our spirits up when it got especially cold. It’s called Black Socks and goes as follows. (Note the punctuation, because they girls take it very seriously.)
Black socks! They never get dirty! The longer you wear them, the stronger they get! Sometimes, I think I should wash ‘em, but something inside me says ‘no, no, not yet!’
Now picture those gap-toothed little monsters singing that and tell me you wouldn’t cough up $4 for a box o’ cookies?
It only sounds like child-labour,