Charlie had to go to Dallas for a wedding this weekend so I had to take Andy to his Cub Scout pack meeting tonight. I may have been listening to Taylor Swift's Red album too much lately (I definitely have) but all I have to say is I never, ever, ever want to go to another pack meeting. I don't know if was because it was game night or because there were about 80 screaming boys (who haven't reached maturity yet so it was pretty high-pitch) between the ages of 6 and 11 or because it was the end of the day and I was just worn out, but I do not want to put myself through that again.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened, there was no confrontation or run in or anything like that, it was just loud and crowded and crazy and loud. When my brothers were scouts and we had to go to family events I don't ever remember it being as disorganized as this. I remember the boys being respectful and well-behaved and not running around like animals. I could be wrong, that's just how I remember it. Maybe I'm turning into an old lady with no patience, or people are just not teaching their kids to be well-mannered anymore.
Whatever it is, I'm leaving scouting up to Charlie. That many hyper little boys is just a bit too much for me. I love my hyper little boy, but the others I can do without.
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