I managed to get roped in to leading one of Corwin’s Cub Scout den meetings. I’m not quite sure how that worked out but the den mother has probably had years of intensive training all aimed at achieving this kind of mind control. Further, any woman who voluntarily invites 10-12 young boys over to her house on a regular basis is flat out crazy and you don’t mess with crazy people. Nod, smile, agree is a much better way to go.
On the other hand, this responsibility meant that I could order stuff from Oriental Trading Company with only some minor rolling of the eyes from Mom. I got some pasteboard treasure boxes, some stick-on gems and iridescent stickers. Along with some markers it should be an interesting exercise in decoration. Alternatively, it could be humiliating exercise in ruining Corwin’s view of his Dad, the seminal “you’re embarassing me!” moment. But, hey, I like to live large and dance on the precipice.