Entering the Unknown

So, I was recently called as a co-leader for cub scouts. Let's just say when I was asked to be a co-leader for the bears, I just sat there, confused by the selection of words smashed together. I know nothing about scouts. Well, not nothing. I know two things 1) My brother was always being reminded by mother to do his scouts and 2) My dad's a silver beaver...and that's big, because it was in the paper once.

Anyways, my co-leader got in contact with me last week and invited me to a bear's meeting this past Tuesday. I was happy to go, learn what this is all about.

My one and only take-away from the meeting - there is a bear's meeting EVERY SINGLE TUESDAY. We meet and have to have activities planned for EVERY SINGLE TUESDAY. Well, not EVERY SINGLE TUESDAY. The FOURTH WEDNESDAY OF EACH MONTH is pack meeting. Wowie.

Speaking of pack meeting, us bears are assigned the "cheer" for next week's pack meeting. When I heard this, I honestly thought we were going to have to teach these two 9-year-0ld boys a cheer...was then informed there are "scout cheers" to choose from. We selected "The Eskimo Cheer."

It goes as follows:

First verse: Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Second verse: Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

The end.

I am going to love scouts.