Scout’s Honor

This year, Mr. C became an official Cub Scout. He had been bugging us about it for a while but we have a fairly strict rule around here that you get one activity at a time because…well we just do.

So like I said, he joined Scouts which is good for him. Great group of kids, lots of learning and of course, a chance to embarass me unintentionally because no good deed goes unpunished. But he looks so damn cute in his uniform it kills me. See?

A few weeks ago, he was studying for his “Health Badge”. The Den Leader was out of town that night but his son, who is an amazing kid and an Eagle Scout, led the meeting. Since two adults need to be present at each meeting, I volunteered to stay because I hadn’t caught up with his Mom in quite a while.

I probably could have picked a better night to do that catching up.

The conversation started easy enough. The Eagle Scout reviewed all their meal plans, talked to them about how important it was to eat the right foods, nourish their bodies. He covered off on exercise and talked to them about what drugs do to your body.

Good stuff, right? Yeah, well then he got to alcohol.

Ahem.

For your entertainment, the conversation:

Eagle Scout: “How many of you have seen your parents drink alcohol?”
Troop: Collectively raises hands because we all live in the same neighborhood where we view happy hour as our God given right. All except my son who is sitting on his hands.
Eagle Scout: (Now giving side eye to my son because…well…you know.) “Really?”
Mr. C: “Is wine considered alcohol?”
Eagle Scout: “Yessss…”
Mr. C: “Because my Mom says it’s fruit juice and she drinks it every night.”
TSM: Tries to dive under kitchen counter.

Given that his Mom’s facebook page boasts this picture? The kid never had a chance.

Whatever…I maintain my position that wine should be found on the FDA Food Chart and I challenge you to prove me wrong.

PS: Just adding a little info here…the Eagle Scout I’m talking about is such an amazing kid and in no way shape or form did he pass judgment on me. He was merely following protocol…and the “Really?” remark was only because he couldn’t quite believe Mr. C had never seen me take a drink (both of our families being Catholic and all). This story was more about Mr. C outing me, and very little to do with the Eagle Scout, whom I sincerely hope my son uses as a role model!