Usually, when it's school fundraiser time, I wince. There's always the big assembly in which some sales guy from the company the school has chosen drums up the product, spices it with gobs of hype and then makes the kids salivate with the potential prizes they'll win if they sell copious amounts.
All AB and Sissy get out of it is Holy Crap! I'm gonna win a bunch of stuff!
One year AB thought HE had to buy the stuff to win the prizes.
Another year Sissy thought selling 150 items was no big deal and she was prepared to tell me to just go ahead and do it then.
But this year is the best misinterpretation yet. Yesterday AB came home from school and proceeded to take new trash bags and fill them up with his personal items. I thought he was just purging unwanted things. Until he told me he wanted to sell them. At recess. For money.
Not wanting a fight, I told him we'd talk about it later. So this morning The Dad says, "what's with the bags of toys in the hall?"? And AB began to explain, "Some kid told me I could sell it and then spin the wheel and I might win $200."
At which point I had to stifle a giggle and The Dad was more bewildered than before. So I attempted to explain without laughing. "It's the school fundraiser, Dad. If the children sell the cookie dough and wrapping paper, one of the prizes is a chance to spin the prize wheel to receive an award. The best prize is $200."
The Dad's turn to look away so he didn't laugh.
AB was still confused so we said we'd talk about it more after school. As AB cleared his breakfast things he said, "mom, so... I should sell COOKIES?"