I'm glad I didn't go to Viola's scout meeting on Tuesday. Her brownie troop did nut sales back in the fall. Viola sold about $70 worth of nuts to friends and family. Well, they handed out the recognitions on Tuesday. Viola got a certificate as did a number of the girls. A select few got patches and the leader's daughter got prizes- like a stuffed panda bear (apparently).
Okay. A certificate? For a six-year-old? You might as well have given her a few sheets of toilet paper. Why couldn't she at least have been given a patch?
I hate this competitive bullshit. I was never the kid who had a mom and dad who took cookies and calendars and candy bars to work and sold them for me so I could win a $3 bubble gum dispenser $500 later. And I would never do that for Viola- if she wants to sell cookies at my office, she's going to have to out on her uniform and come to work with me. But she's going to. Because IT'S ON. And if it means I have to buy a hundred cases and that's all we eat for the next twenty years, I don't care. My kid isn't going to be the one getting the goddamn certificate again.
I just don't get why they couldn't at least have given them all a patch. I mean, you'd think $70 dollars would cover a little iron-on patch.