Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Today while I was at the library, I got a call from the principal at Camp's school. He told me that he had been made aware that Camp had been passing out a "letter" of some sort at recess and asked me if I knew about it. Sure I did. I had been the one to make 19 copies of the original. You know. For all the kids that will be dying to get into Camp's exclusive Karate class. So anyway, when I started laughing and told Mr. Harkleroad I was aware of the document, he remained silent--not quite sure what to say next. Then he said, "I don't want to ruin his entrepreneurial spirit, but we can't have him passing these out at school." I understood, of course, and asked him if he could please go easy on Camp when he addressed the issue with him. He agreed. After school, when Mr. Harkleroad was directing traffic near the parking lot, I rolled down my window to ask him if he would be signing up. He laughed and told me that he had asked Camp what kind of moves he knew and Camp had responded with "sand the floor" and "paint the fence". Pretty much all the best ones. :) Not bad for twenty bucks.