The boys are good about being "all business" when it comes to Scouts.
I mean, mostly good.
Scoutmaster Dad keeps a "one campout per month rule" that was instilled well before he took over Kodiak's Troop 626, and so they do so, summer, winter, rain, snow, wind whatever.
I mean, that's what builds character, right?
However, he's not a ruthless leader. He listens to his people, his tiny, mouthy, middle school people.
They ask, beg, plead, demand, a campout dedicated solely to video games.
Because of course they do, they're teenage boys.
And so to calm the masses, to stop riots and revolts, he throws them a bone, and once a year, just once a year, he allows an overnight, indoor, video game campout.
And this is how leaders are re-elected. Take notes, US Government.
Generally this pops up in January or February, because it's dark, gross, and either raining or snowing or somewhere in between, so it's a perfect month for an indoor campout.
And this weekend was the celebrated annual holiday that the Scouts had been waiting for.
Conveniently it's MLK weekend, so school was out on Monday. They arranged it for a Sunday-Monday campout, so that no Scouts involved in their winter sports (hockey, basketball, wrestling, whatever) would miss it.
It's been the buzz in my house all week.
Sunday morning came and the boys promptly and excitedly packed up their consoles, controllers, games, power cables, etc, and had to be reminded to bring essentials like you know, a sleeping bag, and lightsabers, because obviously.
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| Off they go. Camping chairs and lightsabers. |
Brad took it one step further and yanked the TV out of the boys' room, walking out of the house with it like he had brazenly robbed me in broad daylight.
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| Quick, before anyone catches you |
Then they headed to Walmart for chips and candy, and will probably not even bother to sleep tonight.
Good for them, I'll be in bed by eleven and NOT have an overtired hangover tomorrow.
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