THE BEST SCOUTS AROUND!

I find myself saying that over and over. The more I'm around other troops, the prouder I am of our boys. We have our troubles and recurring issues, I am full aware. But over all, our boys are respectful, welcoming, amiable and responsible.

When they are asked to clean tables, they actually wipe them down with soapy water as they're told, instead of swiping the food to the ground and calling it "clean."

They line up at the flag poles instead of straggling in late and looking like a scruffy mob.

The youngers almost instantly belong, and are taught the "rules" by example instead of being ordered around and barked at.

We even have boys who will sweep out a tent without being told, and work together to move a campfire stone by stone, without complaint.

I'm telling you, we have the BEST Scouts around!

First Aid, First Day!

Mr Finley was breaking into the troop first aid kit, asking Mr Adams what he needed.

Mrs Red: "YES! Mr Adams got a camp wound! Tell me the story!"

Mr Adams: "Oh it's nothing, really."

Mrs Red: "No, you don't understand... I need to blog about this. Everything is a story to tell!"

Mr Adams: "No, really. It's nothing. There IS no story to tell."

Mrs Red: "NO, REALLY! EVERYthing is a story to tell. PLEASE..."

Mr Adams: "Ok. I scratched myself last week at home, and I broke it open just now."

Mrs Red: "oh. you're right. that won't due."

Mr Finley: "He's being modest. The truth is, he's a hero! He had a run-in with a rattler, and got snagged by a fang. He actually saved 3 kids in the process, he's quite the hero!"

Mrs Red: "Now THAT'S a story!"

and so I'm blogging about it...