lol barbara and princess fee.
my smile today was picking up my boy's cub scout uniform, patches, and gear, even though the nasty ol' battleaxes that work at the boy scout store tried to keep it from being a happy occasion.
i couldn't believe the crappy attitude on either one of them. first, with not a single other soul in the store, we asked them for help. that was the first mistake. i told them we needed all of the stuff a tiger cub scout would need to start, so they just jammed a catalogue in front of me, as well as the cub scout handbook and told me it was all there if i'd read it. how could i have read it, i haven't bought it yet?
then, they kept trying to get us to buy clothes 4 sizes too big for him, insisting that he has to get the next 5 years out of them. but we won and got him his proper size to their obvious dismay. i mean, he outgrows everything else, why not a scout shirt? so, i have to sew the patches on a new shirt once a year, big deal. i told them i have my sewing merit badge...
then, one of the delightful ladies started to bust my little guys chops because he often starts talking to adults by saying, "excuse me, but...". she kept snottily replying "you're excused, what did you do?"
he was just trying to be polite, she needs to get a life.
my wife wanted to remind them that "helpful, friendly, courteous, and kind" seemed to be missing from their oath. lol.
but, undeterred, my boy was as proud as a peacock in his new uniform, and we practiced the scout handshake, salute, and motto. the best part is that he's eating all of this up like it was candy. he even cleaned up his clothes and toys tonight without a battle "because scouts are helpful".
today, tiger cub, tomorrow, eagle scout!
this is gonna be great!!!!