I don't think I've ever mentioned on the blog that I pulled Parker out of the charter school and went with public school. I was not happy with the charter school on a number of levels. In fact, it was an awful experience.
Despite having heard lots of bad things about our district, I didn't have a lot of options. When we used to live in Columbus, the school we would have sent our kids to was a run down building on the corner of a busy, lousy intersection. But come to find out, they've built a brand new building on a residential street. Ahhhh. The building is incredible. And Parker's teacher is fantastic. There are less kids in his class PLUS a teachers aide. Though it's not my dream school, I've been pleasantly surprised. Parker is much happier here (as am I).
So we've hit the dreaded point in the school year... Parker came home Monday announcing with complete excitement that he gets to sell cookie dough. BOOO!
What could be worse than guilting your friends and neighbors into buying an outrageously priced item from your kid? And unfortunately, it's cookie dough...He can't even call up his grandparents expecting an obligatory purchase. We can't mail frozen cookie dough across the country.
So at FIFTEEN DOLLARS a bucket (GASP!) I'll buy one over priced bucket o' dough so he can get his tacky prize and call it good. Or maybe I'll make my own cookies, buy him a tacky toy and save myself $12. OR better yet...I'll make my own cookie dough, sell it to friends at a fraction of the cost and make enough money to purchase my own bucket from his school.
Anyone want to buy some cookie dough?