Will and Bill went to Cub Scout Camp on Friday and Saturday. They came home exhausted and filthy dirty with lots of stories to tell. They got to run through the "Confidence Course", shoot BB guns, do archery, tie knots, weave ropes, sleep in a tent, sing campfire songs and tell ghost stories.
But the thing Will was probably most eager to tell me about (besides the joke told by one of the older kids about two guys named Harry and Dick - you'll have to just use your imagination people, this is a family blog) was that he was awarded his "Whittling Chip" license for safely using a pocket knife. He demonstrated it's use, took an oath, and signed his name - very official. As a reward, Bill stopped by Cabella's on their way home and let him pick out a little pocket knife of his own.
They both had a blast. And Will's been teaching me knife safety all afternoon.
He's always been a stickler for the rules...
1 comment:
Great job Will. Glad you had fun at camp. And I'm kinda glad that you got your new pocket knife after my kids have gone. :-)
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