What can you possibly say when five charming little kids come up to you, a pink box clutched tightly and say, “Mrs. Trail Boss we have some money for you.”
So I asked them, “Where did the money come from?” They replied “We sold lemonade”.
I queried further, “How much lemonade did you sell?”
“Thousands!” beamed one little boy, only to be corrected by his mother, downgrading it from “thousands” to “hundreds”. At a-buck-a-pop these five little philanthropists sold 400 cups!
Four hundred bucks! If these kids are any refelction of today’s youth, we don’t have to worry about tomorrow.