My Girl Scouts were asked to make signs for the spring fair at their school. After some back and forth with the sign committee, where I tried to make it clear my girls were game for sign making, but they were going to be what the girls wanted them to be and not what anyone else necessarily envisioned, I was given a list of signs that needed to be made. Admittedly, I didn’t really pay attention to the requested sizes, knowing my girls love to make big signs. (Okay, so they might not be the only ones who don’t take direction well.) Also, I didn’t realize they were supposed to be directional signs. Had I known that, I might have tried to steer them more towards that end.
Well, as much as I could steer them in a direction. I love my girls. Individually, they are all quite sweet, but collectively, they can be a wild, stubborn pack. Just a few weeks ago, they very politely, almost quietly really, threw my entire plan for that day’s meeting out the window by just taking turns making this unholy high pitched but low volume screeching noise until I relented and just let them have their way, which was to run around and play on the playground at school. They may have also called every dog within 10 miles – it was that sort of screech. When Edie demonstrated it for her father that night, he called her off within seconds and then completely understood how I was on my third glass of wine since getting home.
They are a great bunch of do-gooders that are someday going to lead the revolution, I have no doubt. With fabulous signs. Goodness those girls love to make signs.