Blue, Gold, and Lots of Spaghetti

It was the annual Blue and Gold dinner last night. The boys set up, served the food, and prepared presentations for the evening. Food (dozens of pounds of it) was made by a few of the moms. 

J earned his Bear badge. He's been counting down to this. Also of note, he and another Cub Scout improvised a skit on the spot. It was very silly and they had a lot of fun, but I don't think I caught the storyline. Seeing them serve each course was the best part. "Three or four meatballs?" "A big serving or a small one?" They were perfect little gentlemen. 

 And in true Mormon-event fashion, the little kids snuck around and ran around and we all pretended not to notice so that we could focus on the boys and their achievements.

Boys grow in Cub Scouting, it's true, and parents do, too. In brief, initially, about seven years ago, it all seemed so confusing to me--the rank, ritual, and vocabulary. It seemed too mysterious to be trustworthy. And then one day when I realized what boys need to be prepared to do in their lives, something clicked. I understood the value of this program I stopped complaining and really regretted doing so in the first place. Cub Scouting helps boys be better and I'm grateful for it.