The third night at Cub Scouts was relatively uneventful. Nobody said anything about Jesus, though one of the mothers did ask me to be the leader. Since this would be in strict violation of the religious policies, I dodged out of it. I will be leading a trip to either a fire or police station early next year, but the funny part is that cub scouts outings are called “Go Sees” just like interviews for fashion models.
The evening’s “classic Jared” moment happened when Jared noticed that the older scouts were playing tug of war. They seemed to be relatively evenly matched, with one team making some slow progress. Until Jared grabbed the other end of the rope with one hand and started booking for the door pulling all of the big kids with him. If I hadn’t stopped him, he would have pulled an entire den out of the school.