Cub Scout Gems, Volume 1

As most of you know, I am the Wolf/Bear den leader in our ward right now. I've included the eight-year-old boy antics that I can remember up to this point, and you'll see that Scouts wouldn't be nearly as much fun without one boy in particular. May this be the first of a hopefully-weekly account of my adventures in CubScoutdom. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Brittany: "What does it mean to have a positive attitude?"
Jake: "It's like when your mom asks you to do something and you don't want to do it."
B: "Er....."
Cory: "Yeah, like when you get really really mad and you hit your sister!"

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Brittany (standing in front of the group with Truman slung over my forearm on his tummy): "So if you were going to make a model of your room..."

Cory's hand shoots into the air.

"Cory, do you have a question about this activity?"

Cory: "Yes. Well...actually, do you think you should hold your baby a different way?"

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Brittany: "Cory, do you remember the big long word we talked about last week?"
Silence.
"Starts with a 'C'?"
Silence.
"Ends in 'ooperation'?"
Cory: "Extinct?"

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The Scouts were supposed to be creating menus for themselves for one day; they needed to choose three foods each for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Cory's menu came back to me with only one food listed for lunch: hot dogs.

Brittany: "Cory, you need to choose three foods for lunch."
Cory: "I'll eat three hot dogs."
Brittany: "Try again, please. You need three different types of foods."

The menu was revised to read "Lunch: hot dog, chicken, foot long." Matt thought this was perfectly acceptable.