July 31, 2007

Not Exactly Weapons of Mass Destruction

I have but three Webelos in my little den, which makes life very easy. I can cart the three boys around and, having three boys myself, it’s a piece of cake. I pawn off my other two boys, my flesh and blood sons, and take the three Webelos out and about.

And on a side note, which comes into play here, all three boys are of Celtic heritage, but the one boy, “Bobby”, his family is as Irish as the day is long. His Dad was also a Marine and according to Bobby, all four boys are going into the Marine Corps. That’s their career choice, although the baby is but 2, it could happen.

My Webelo den is working on something called, “The Arrow of Light”. It’s the only badge they can earn that can be worn on their Boy Scout uniform, should they stay with scouting. Since the school year is crazy busy, I’ve been filling the summer up with things for us to do in our quest to earn the badge.

Last week we visited a civil engineer’s office so the boys could see what they do. Today we had ‘engineering projects’ that I have devised. We were supposed to learn First Aid, but ran out of time when building our circuit. I bought wire, a switch, light bulbs, and batteries and had each boy build a circuit and explained the opening and closing of the circuit with the switch. I’d forgotten what a pain in the ass it is to strip wire if you can’t find your damn wire strippers. And the boys made snacks. It was a three hour meeting and they flat wore my ass out.

I try to start every meeting with their making their own snacks. This time I had them make S’more clusters, which I had seen over at Jody’s of IowaGeekOnline. They LOVED them. The only downfall being… they were so frickin’ hopped up on chocolate and sugar during our science projects I had to take a lot of deep breaths and continually refocus them. Next time we’re doing baked brie and pears. Good Grief.

Anyway, last week I said to the boys, “We’re making a marshmallow catapult” and IMMEDIATELY, Bobby said, “OH! Can we light the marshmallow on fire before we launch it?”

Folks, I have been collecting materials for these catapults for TWO weeks and NEVER ONCE did it occur to me that we should light the marshmallow.

I was relating the story to TGOO and I said, “Frickin’ Celt and son of a Marine, wants to light the damn marshmallow. I NEVER thought of that and that was the FIRST frickin' thing out of his mouth.”

There were no blazing marshmallow catapults. NO. No matter how much they begged…

Posted by Boudicca at July 31, 2007 08:06 PM | TrackBack

After realizing what a spoil-sport you were to these fine boys, I'm compelled to build a marshmallow trebuchet and launch flaming puffed treats at innocent passer's by. I guess it's lucky that I have a job and can't spare the time to build one. OH the wonderful mayhem (and think of the You-Tube Videos!) that I'm missing out on. :^)

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at July 31, 2007 09:03 PM

Oh, now I KNOW you need Backyard Ballistics. You are morally obligated, now that you are a den mom. Cincinnati fire kites are in your future ...

Posted by: Peggy U at August 1, 2007 12:07 AM

It's the male factor.

There is a civil war park near my house. It's claim to fame are the flaming pinecone battles the troops had with each other because they were bored. They would light the pinecones and then catapult them at each other.

Posted by: sticks at August 1, 2007 04:27 AM

a.h.h.h.h come on... just one???? I'll bring my video camera! ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at August 1, 2007 05:56 AM

Arrow of Light, Marshmallow of Fire - does not seem like much of a stretch to me. I actually had a marshmallow of fire incident when I was a Scout leader. There were many scouts sitting around the campfire roasting marshmallows. Some people like to catch theirs on fire, and it seems that the most accepted way to put these out before consumption is to wave them around. Well one scout atempted to put his flaming marshmallow out this way and it flew off of his stick and landed right on the side of a nylon tent, which in turn, burned to the ground. Luckily there were no occupants. This is what you have to look forward to, good luck.

Posted by: Webb at August 1, 2007 06:18 AM

Well that was surprising. No, not the flaming marshmallows -- when I read the title of this post, I thought for sure it was going to be a new flatulance tale! :)

Just wait until they try to light THOSE.

Posted by: Ogre at August 1, 2007 10:07 AM

My brothers and I once discovered that if you dip cattails in kerosene and light them on fire, it is a lot of fun. Also discovered that you can spray a can of ether into the wood stove. Things we never told my parents ...

Posted by: Peggy U at August 1, 2007 12:37 PM

Ah... is THAT where my son gets his penchant for lighting things on fire... Red headed boy of Irish extraction that he is... *grin*

Posted by: Teresa at August 1, 2007 02:20 PM