It's hard to believe (I know) but years ago I was a Brownie. Not technically a Girl Scout, but a young dapper Brownie, wearing my brown vest proudly with all my badges my mom so nicely sewed on for me.
Do you need someone to rake you yard? I would if I received a badge. Babysit my brother you ask? Of course, as long as it was badge worthy.
I think I was only a Brownie for a whole two years. (Mom, if you are reading this, feel free to comment if that isn't accurate.) I never graduated to wear the green uniform. After a memorable sleepover in a cabin with my troops, I had enough of the troop (and the outdoors), so I begged my mom to let me quit.
The real reason I quit was because there was no competition from the girls. Outselling them in cookies was super easy. I kicked some serious cookie-selling ass in my little troop. I hit up all my aunts and uncles and walked around my neighborhood begging everyone to buy cookies. I buttoned my badged-out vest, grabbed my order sheet and shiny purple pen and strutted down Concord drive liked I owned the street in my jelly shoes with socks.
When I see a Brownie or Girl Scout, I smile and think of all the wonderful things they are learning from their troop. They are learning to volunteer, about nature, about friendship and leadership. But more importantly, I could still outsell their little asses one box of thin mints or caramel deLites at a time.
Did you buy Girl Scout cookies this year? What is your favorite one?
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