Recently, the boys went through a lesson on the civil rights movement. They were appalled at the notion that some people had to go to one place and the rest of the people had to go somewhere else. They couldn't fathom a world where everybody isn't welcome.
Then, we read The Berenstein Bears No Girls Allowed. The boys LOVED the idea of a clubhouse. We talked about what the clubhouse would look like and what it needed. There were three requirements: rope ladder, lookout tower, and a sign--the wording of which is still being debated. Oh, and my only requirement was that it be big enough that I can play up there, too!
We all worked feverishly to plan exactly what this project would look like. We used Grandpa's drafting tools and had many lessons on perspective which, no doubt, were absorbed despite the appearance of going in one ear and out the other!
Now, for the sign.
Silas' vote: "100 Girls Allowed."
If he were a teenager, I'd be concerned about that.
I suggested that we simply say, "Everybody Welcome."
Elliot liked that suggestion, however, he was concerned that the clubhouse wouldn't fit EVERYone. "It only fits 5 or 6 people," after all.
I guess we'll have to have post the maximum occupancy per fire code.
Perhaps, our sign could just say, "Welcome!"
