I finished my choir rehearsal, dismissed everyone to go find their robes, and started making my way into the sanctuary last Sunday morning. I saw the church treasurer on the way.
"I really like my ornament!"
Seeing that I was expected to understand whatever this meant, I gave her a nod and a smile. Yes, I was very happy for her. Then one of the other Junior Choir parents caught my eye.
"I'm all set with my ornament now!"
"Oh?" I asked, "you're good now?"
"Yes," she grinned "I'm all set!"
I smiled back and continued into the sanctuary. I grabbed a bulletin, returned the smiles of several other church members, and looked around to see where the boys might be.
They are completely unsupervised for an hour before church. I'm running a choir rehearsal and childcare hasn't started yet, so they know to play foosball in the youth room or to look through books in the library. James and Owen ambled in, but there was no sign of Felix, although several people held up ribbons to me by way of greeting as I scanned the sanctuary.
My stomach sank.
I found him out by the front door of the church. He'd taken his shoes off for some reason and was busy with a crowd of "customers." He'd (apparently) packed a wooden cigar box full of ornaments and was offering them for sale to everyone coming into the church.
"10 cents each, but you can just give me a dollar!" was his pricing model.
He had a pile of cash in the cigar box. (Next to his Guide to New York State Birds and a toy flashlight, of course.)
We made a brief round of his previous customers to see if anyone wanted a refund once they discovered that this charitable endeavor was only to benefit "The Felix Fund," but it seems that everyone who had already made purchases was happy to support my 7-year old entrepeneur.
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