Jog-a-thon

Lucy's school had a jog-a-thon last week to raise some dough. She brought home a packet the week before and wanted to go door to door asking people to donate cash. Am I the only one that hates that? My child was determined to earn $50 so she could earn a Bulldogs t-shirt to wear on Fridays like everyone else. Lucky for her, Jaime (my cousin/Lucy's new best friend) was staying with us and took some pity on her. A friend from the ward heard her talking about it to me and chipped in another 10 bucks. I had planned on giving $20, which I think is more than reasonable. She came up $15 short. As you can see from the pictures, her softie/guilt-driven mother ended up paying $35 instead.