In disbelief, Connor asked me if I really didn't like the Boy Scouts and I told him I really didn't like the boy scouts.
Helen chimed in "I know why you don't like the boy scouts. It's because it's for BOYS, right?". Because that is why Helen doesn't like the boy scouts. She doesn't like anything that excludes her.
I resisted letting Helen and Connor know why I don't like the boy scouts, and I told Connor that of course I would attend his banquet, but only because I love him. I even silently promised not to protest them. I did, however, leave the banquet a little early because that was the night I had planned to do 108 sun salutations at a nearby yoga studio, and I was not going to miss this incredible opportunity for the boy scouts.
By the night of the banquet, Helen had decided with the right outfit, she could probably join the troop. Can you spot the impostor below?
|On my honor, I have no idea why my mom actually hates the boy scouts, but when I find out, I promise to start a revolution from within. Yeah!|
|Look for me at your next camp-out, boys!|
Connor has now graduated from being a Tiger Scout to a Wolf Scout. Here's him getting his patch that I'll have to sew on at some point.
|Woohoo! Another patch! Awesome!|