Initiation to Cub Scouts

...setting the alarm for 6:15 a.m. on a Saturday...

...being disoriented enough to think that it was a weekday, cussing Aaron for not getting up and taking a bloody shower....

...apologizing to Aaron as I came to, for I'd hit snooze no less than three times...

...getting Collin up before the sun rose, promising him that we'd go to McDonald's once he got dressed (a treat we used to do before preschool and kindergarten...a mommy/son date, if you will)....

...listening to an unhappy Collin whine about the fact that he thought it was an AFTERNOON event.....

...buying marigolds....dish gloves, for those who've not been exposed to the witty UK culture....

...getting to the river, thinking that I wouldn't be getting too dirty....

...spending about an hour WADING IN WATER KNOWN TO BE UNHEALTHY.....

...getting threatened to receive a leadership role, because I've no shame in telling other people's kids to behave themselves....

...Welcome to Cub Scouts, Zookeeper!