Your kid needs to sell thirty candles to win a plastic object worth eighty cents.
This started as a dumb question and somehow became an argument, so here we are.
Vote first. Then bring your extremely specific family evidence.
I Want the Bartender, Not Another Date Night
He remembers my drink. My husband forgets I am there.
July 22, 2026
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It is unpaid sales work with a child mascot.
The school says student led, then sends home a spreadsheet and a deadline.
I would rather donate twenty dollars and skip the plastic junk.
My child is not selling anything. I am texting coworkers with shame in my heart.
Yes, except the prize is storing wrapping paper in your trunk.
And somehow Grandma is our largest corporate account.