"Whoooooaaaaa!"
One of my co-workers periodically takes his now-8-year-old Cub Scout around the office to sell popcorn as a fundraiser for his troup or den or whatever one calls a plurality of scouts. While the sales pitch was going on in the next office, the dad snuck into my office and whispered, "Turn your disco ball on."
It was totally worth it. The little'un came into my office to give his spiel and became completely unable to concentrate on anything. Dad had to prompt him several times to keep going when Junior trailed off in mid-sentence.
Messing with tykes' heads is fun.
It was totally worth it. The little'un came into my office to give his spiel and became completely unable to concentrate on anything. Dad had to prompt him several times to keep going when Junior trailed off in mid-sentence.
Messing with tykes' heads is fun.