Post by Jeanne Sager
I have a rule with my daughter. I don't ask her to do anything that I wouldn't do myself. And folks, I'm going to go out on a limb right now and guess that no one reading this here blog would voluntarily eat moose poop. Am I right? Alrighty then, you'll probably share in my combined outrage and horror that an adult chaperoning a middle school trip somehow thought it was a good idea to convince teens that a pile of poo was "chocolate-covered almonds" so they'd take a bite. Needless to say, the "prank" didn't go over so well with the kids' parents.
I have a rule with my daughter. I don't ask her to do anything that I wouldn't do myself. And folks, I'm going to go out on a limb right now and guess that no one reading this here blog would voluntarily eat moose poop. Am I right? Alrighty then, you'll probably share in my combined outrage and horror that an adult chaperoning a middle school trip somehow thought it was a good idea to convince teens that a pile of poo was "chocolate-covered almonds" so they'd take a bite. Needless to say, the "prank" didn't go over so well with the kids' parents.