As our youngest is now a Cub Scout, we are entering the world of Boy Scouting. As a woman with only sisters, this is a foreign domain. Last night was the Pinewood Derby, a rite of passage for boys (and apparently their fathers). My husband and son spend several hours over about three weeks crafting a car from a block of wood. It looks like a crocodile. It is painted gorgeously, but not very aerodynamic.
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A Tiger Cub and his Crocodile Car |
I think they both had fun working on it, and that is what mattered - to us.
Last night was an eye opener. There were men making adjustments to cars, adding weight and such, minutes before the race began. Now to me, this seems unfair. You build it, you weigh it, you run it. Not these dads. They were going to WIN. My husband and a friend of ours just shrugged - reality check folks - this is about the boys (or should be).
My son was a good sport. His car never placed higher than 3rd in any heat it ran in, but he was okay with that. They all got participation ribbons, so he has something to show for his hard work. And they all got pizza and cookies and juice. A good night. Afterward we went to the library, making it a great night.