Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Scouts are weird
Having had no brothers, I'm just not that familiar with Boy Scouts. I remember in elementary school that some of the boys wore their blue Scout shirts on Wednesdays and they usually had some ugly hand painted plaster slide thingie that they wore.
A couple of years back, Nate was in charge of the 11-year-old scouts, (11 of them, no less!) that met at our house each week. After the boys left, I usually had to spend time Lysoling the funky boy smell out of the house and calming down my own boys who were completely and totally wound up, and right in time for bed, after witnessing such a testosterone tornado. But because it wasn't MY calling, I never really sat in during the meetings or listened much - my job was limited to refreshment duty.
Oh, and I distinctly remember rolling my eyes when Ben Lee, the other scout leader, informed me that the name Webelos is short for "We'll Be Loyal Scouts".
So now that Zachary is 8, we've both been flung into this whole program. I always thought Nate would handle this stuff, but I realize now I need to know what's going on too. And I'm already beyond confused. Last week I attended my first ever pack meeting and witnessed an Order of the Arrow ceremony, which was ... um ... interesting?
I need to sit down and read the Cub Scout handbook because I still couldn't tell you the difference between a den, a pack, and a troop. And I'm starting to wonder if I ever will?