Tonight was Handsome's night of caroling with the Cub Scouts.
He, I am told, did not want to go. It was the first time he had to go anywhere wearing the uniform shirt and kerchief, and by the time I got to the house he was walking around all ready to go and complaining that he looked ridiculous.
"You look terrific," we told him. "Everyone else there is going to be wearing the same thing. Even if you did look ridiculous, everyone will look ridiculous together."
So off we went. And we were right, everyone was wearing the same thing, and no one looked ridiculous. They handed out awards (Handsome got his Bobcat Badge), and then the whole pack was off on a short walk to sing Christmas carols at the huge Christmas tree in the center of town. The kids sang, the kids played, the kids sang some more, and then it was back to the church we use as a meeting house for cookies an cocoa.
So there was Handsome, all hyper from his nighttime walk and a sing-a-long, wearing his Cub Scout shirt and carrying a cup of cocoa. Wife looked at me.
"How long do you think it's going to take for him to get that all over that nice shirt?"
"Not long," I said.
I was right.
He spilled it on the floor.
Then on himself.
Then on the floor and himself.
He looked like he'd taken part in a chocolate war. He looked like he'd been on the losing side.
Well, if it was a war, it was a very small war. My boy was the only one to spill anything. But apparently, when he decided he was going to spill his cocoa, he decided to do it up right. No half-measures here!
"Well," I said, as he walked up with chocolate splashes on his chest, stomach, shoulder and sleeve, "remember how you were worried about looking ridiculous?"
He looked at me warily.
Talk to you later!