Michael became a Wolf at a Sunday picnic filled with much ceremony - some patriotic, some Hawaiian (the meeting was launched with a conch shell; note hula skirt on mom below). Tigers are orange; Wolves yellow.
The den meetings have significant pride inflation for our tastes (I think those badges should be earned), but we are definitely more outliers of the Cub world. BTW, that's Michael's buddy, Jeremiah, on the right.
We entered Michael in Scouts, hoping he can go camping, shoot archery, ie get physical, which brings me to another topic: families seem to develop themes: swimming, boy scouts, piano, etc. At this point, we lack one, or, rather, it is a cacophony of many. Jury's still out (unless eating counts), as they say.
This super helpful scout, Gavin, taught Jack how to shoot a two-liter A&W bottle way up in the air, spraying water on the way up. Then on to water balloons.
Once the Scout rituals were over and the play began, things got seriously fun and we even connected more with some of the parents. We stayed an hour over than planned.
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