Me in Luke's scout shirt. Please don't tell him.
I am currently the assistant den mother for the Wolf pack in our ward. Don't be jealous. To be honest, it has not been my favorite calling. 8 year old boys have a lot of energy and a warped sense of humor. My son is no exception. And we get them right after school, every Wednesday, for an hour.
I have struggled to get my heart into scouting in general. It is all so corny--the cheers at pack meeting, the requirements, the horrible outfits. I get the heeby-jeebies just walking into the scouting store. I spent about four hours at Cub Country this last summer and it was the longest day of my life. There were women leaders up there wearing the scout shirt. Did you know those babies cost like 80 bucks?
Do you think they could come up with a more unflattering look for ladies?
We had the Pinewood derby on Tuesday night. As a single mother who never had anything to do with the derby in the past, I had no idea what this was all about. On Sunday night, Luke pulled his car out of the box. It was a block of wood. THEY EXPECT US TO CUT THE BLOCK OF WOOD INTO A FREAKING CAR! Luke said "Don't worry mom..I can use my pocket knife!" Umm, no. Luckily, my awesome home teachers were over visiting (the ones who gave me the makeover) and Steve said he had a car Luke could borrow. Saved again.
Horrible lighting on this picture
Then the other night as I was googling where to put Luke's badges on his uniform, it hit me what I have to do. I came across this awesome photo of Destiny's Child. Guess what I am wearing to next month's pack meeting:
Do you think this would get me fired from scouts forever?