As a family we go over our collective lists of things to do and creative brainstorming as we sit together at the breakfast table. We discuss all sorts of things---who's going to town, who's staying home, who's turn it is to run the cream separator and when---those sorts of things. One morning the matter of Garth's banty family came up.
Paul's dad has a little shop building where he packages his bed hardware orders to leave for the FedEx truck. It's generally HIS domain and none of the rest of us broach that space (unless we need to borrow his tape, his boxes, his 2 wheeled dolly cart, or his phone book....). Garth's banty family apparently held no regard for that unspoken line of trespass and were making themselves a bit of a cleanup nuisance, if you know what I mean. We all decided we'd better strike upon a workable solution to the problem before Poppy had to resort to some drastic measure.
It's pretty standard thinking at our house that sometimes the most ingenius ideas are born out of the most absurd suggestions. Maybe that's why we ended up with the idea of posting a sign at the door of the building where the chickens would easily see it. We scrapped all the wording combinations until Logan announces with mock finality, "Duh! All's you have to write is: No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service." As chickens have none of these, the prohibition of their admittance would be obvious.
Right?
~Colleen
