So my eldest has entered the frighteningly competitive world of cookie sales. And while the middle is not old enough to officially push the merchandise, she diligently accompanies her sister on her rounds, pulling the wagon along. Sweet little sisterly salesladies.

So as we rounded a corner, and the eldest matriarch of the business barked orders to accelerate at the trailing cookie pusher, I suggested a role change.

“Why don’t you pull the wagon for a little while and let Sissy knock on the door?”

Her reply (in disgust and disbelief)…

“I don’t pull wagons! I am a businesswoman!”

Eek! I think we might need to take a look at that Code of Ethics again.

On another day in the wacky world of mini-marketing, I caught the middle doing this…

Confused, I inquired.

Her reply…

“I am starting my own business. I am going to pray for people’s prayers while I swing. That way I can help people AND earn money AND not have to stop having fun.”

Oh no! We REALLY need to review that Code of Ethics…and maybe some scripture.

Eek!