We were doing an exercise with them the other night. We broke up into small groups and walked the mile and a half or so to the grocery store. Each team had $20 to spend and were trying to get the most food/meals for the money. All the items were then donated to the foodbank.
So, a positive experience, right? Yay teens! And then, right there in the aisle, I said a curse word. Surprisingly, if you know me, it wasn't the Big Dog Daddy.
It was in reference to buying ramen. Seems legit, right? I simply meant to say that it was worth throwing some in our basket since it was an inexpensive item and we had a little bit of money left over to get close to $20. One of the kids had joked that ramen could be a "meal itself" and I replied "Maybe, but it sure is a crappy one." Only I didn't say crappy. Oops.
Peyton was in my group, so I know I didn't shock her...she's
Mark and I keep talking about how maybe we aren't cut out for being youth leaders. I think he's just lumping himself in with me so he doesn't hurt my feelings. And it's always good to have something to work on to improve yourself, right?