Alternate title: cleaning out Grandpa's wallet.
So my dad needed golf balls for a faculty fair or something they were having at his work. He knows we get golf balls in our yard (stupid bad golfers) and offered to pay the kids a quarter for each golf ball they found and cleaned well. I tried to talk him down (10/$1) but that didn't work, and he said he needed as many as we could find.
See, the thing is, he didn't know how many the kids would find.
Monkey was the most industrious. The girl got in the game a little late, but still made a decent chunk of change. Thomas landed smack in the middle.
The day before we delivered them the kids got the balls all cleaned up. I was actually surprised to see how hard they all worked. When the girl was bummed that she didn't have as many as the boys, I told her not to worry, there was no way Monkey would have the patience to finish all of his, and he'd surely give the rest to her to clean.
Well, he didn't. That kid worked hard.
The boys liked reading the balls - besides the brands, many had company slogans or ads on them. I liked the Slazenger balls, because they reminded me of field hockey...
And then I counted them.
Monkey ended up with 211. Holy Cow!
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We all have had a great Annniversary Week, which included a nice getaway for Aaron and I, and 'Grandma Camp' for the kids. Now if I could only find my little camera to show you our adventures...
