A few pictures of my Boy Scouts trying to pin on the mother's pins at recent Court of Honor:
Jeran started by pinning the pin up near my shoulder (watch out ladies...he'll be pinning a flower on your daughters in a matter of years).
Then Nate followed Jeran. Apparently my shoulder is the "safe zone."
In a few weeks these same boys will be attending a scout leadership training camp where they will be required to wear the full scout uniform during official meetings. Today the lucky job of taking them to the scout store to buy the uniforms fell on me.
They tried on pants (torture for boys).
They tried on pants again (just to make sure they had the right size...double torture)
Then they tried on pants a 3rd time after we bought them because the pants come unhemmed and the cashier told me they could size the boys and someone would come pick up the pants, hem them, and all I had to do was pick them up in a few days. It was like she'd told me I just won a vacation and spa treatment. Done! (Except for convincing my boys to put the pants on again because they had already been tortured enough!)
Then we got back in the car for what might have been an uneventful ride home...except it was me and my boy scouts and things are never super uneventful when we're all together.
Somehow the subject went from boy scouts to a conversation they had with dad a few weeks ago about the females in the family. I'll spare all of you (and them) the details but let's just say dad used a word the boys didn't understand, so the boys decided to "ask ChaCha" what it meant. (For those who don't know, you can text ChaCha any question and ChaCha will answer. Personally, I've found it useful a few times. If I don't know something I'll say to my kids, "Ask ChaCha." And once when we were meeting with an adoption agency representative about Gabby's paperwork and we had a question she couldn't answer, ChaCha came through for us...score one for teen sons and technology.)
But back to the story... Gaining information about sensitive biological issues from ChaCha? I must have been neglecting my parental duty.
So I started to explain...probably one of those times the boys weren't sure if they really loved having a very honest and descriptive mom.
I knew I'd said too much when I started hearing, "La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...." from the back seat and looked back to see one of my boy scouts with hands over his ears.
But I can bet we'll all laugh about our day for years to come...
And I'll try not to be too hurt that they thought to ask ChaCha but didn't ask me...
And I'll be glad that ChaCha was technical enough in it's response that they still needed a mom.
And I promise not to make them try on any more clothes, at least until August.
And for more humor... I'd almost forgotten about this older post, but I promise if you read you won't be disappointed!
