Jeff spent the past two days at Cub Scout Day Camp. It was his first time there, and it sounds like it was loads of fun.
Well, that’s what I assume. Whenever I try to get him to tell me about it, he just describes the store.
Apparently, Cub Scout camps have stores. Wonderful, wonderful stores full of all the little things boys love.
Which is why Jeff came home from his first day with a bullwhip.
That’s right, a bullwhip. A bargain at only $2! Jeffrey was sad that he couldn’t afford the rubber band guns or pocketknives. He then said that he’d like to wear his thick snow coat to camp the next day “so it won’t hurt as much when the BBs hit me.”
BB guns?!? What are they DOING at this camp?
Everybody wanted to try out the whip, so the rules were: go outside, and make sure nobody else is around, so as not to accidentally flick anybody.
Within minutes, Eleanor accidentally flicked William in the face. She honestly didn’t mean to — she had finished whipping around (or whatever you call it) and was walking back inside with Wimmy, dancing a bit and swinging the whip from side to side . . . well, you can guess what happened.
Eleanor was MORTIFIED that she hurt her brother. While William came crying to me, she ran into her room, buried herself under the covers of her bed, and stayed there, silently crying until I came to coax her out.
Yesterday Eleanor made a sign for the backyard door:
“No Whipping People.” Good advice, that. In addition to the whip is an image of William saying “aaaaaaaa!”
You can just imagine how THRILLED I was when Jeff came home yesterday with a plastic sword.
It’s a darn cool sword, I will admit. It’s shaped like a rapier, and has a big fake ruby on the hilt. But we’ve had so many fights over it that the sword is now in Permanent Time-Out.
Oh, it could be worse. The boys down the street came home from Cub Scout Camp with hand buzzers and fake gum.