Master Mom

1:41 pm Having Fun

Just yesterday, I waxed poetic about Stuntman, and what a difference little boys are. Last night, we had a parents meeting for the boy scouts. It seems the guy who was going to be the Cub Master has dropped off the face of the earth. I swore I was not going to do this, I told them they would have to find someone else. But in the end, I have taken on the role of Cub Master for my boys’ pack, because I could not stand the thought of having to come home and tell my boys there would be no scouts this year.

Darn that boy, he’s been nothing but extra work since I first popped him into my baby sling. I guess that’s just the way the french fries are eaten.

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