Rowdy Pumpkin Face

So I took my kiddo to the annual Cubscout “mom & me” campout. Maybe it was a 45 minute drive from Tulsa to the hills outside of Sand Springs. It was a very pretty drive; a warm and airy countryside welcomed us to our destination. After arrival, we sat up our eight-man tent…or should I say, I set up our tent while Jaden ran laps around the campsite with three other wolf cubs. I was very happy to discover that this year’s tarantula inhabitants were nowhere to be found. Walking, hiking, crafts and then to the bb gun range. All the boys were excited to prove their rifle range ability. Jaden however had a complete meltdown after the targets were picked up; he had apparently been shooting at the wrong target and when the paper evidence was gathered Jaden’s had no bullet holes - he desperately tried to convince his partner that his target was in fact Jaden’s and to trade. He finally snapped out of his sulking attitude and showed excellent marksmanship on the archery range. The rest of the time we traipsed about the grounds, sat around campfires, roasted marshmallows and sang all sorts of fun songs about peeing in the woods. He had a great time and I enjoyed watching his eyes light up when something fun was happening. But then again at our time of departure, we needed to pack up and take down the tent - I did all the work; Jaden conveniently disappeared to the restroom... then I would catch a glimpses of him playing chase with some other rowdies among the trees. Some of the more elitist mothers had their husbands drive out to the campsite to take down their tents, to save them from I don't know what… I find this phenomenon entertaining. While I appreciate the chivalry, I am amused at these women that can’t do things for themselves. My son is by far one of the LOUDEST cubs in the pack, but also one of the sweetest...