I really adore my son's Scouting group. I think I have actually learned more than he has. I am always excited to hear how to correctly start a fire or set a snare with a rope. (Rope can save your life. I shit you not.)
So, I am not surprised to find that some of the boys events are completely overtaken by the father's need to craft things. Today was the Pinewood Derby. It was my first time going. It was not theirs.
