Here we are, gathered at Cub Scouts to blast off rockets.
The first thing we were told to do was take off our tops. Myself and a few other dudes thought this was funny.
We are all Dudes or Dads at Cub Scouts. It's very gender neutral that way.
Where does one take a slew of 8 year olds to shoot off rockets?
Why, the nearest muddy field!
I know a thing or two about a thing or two and I dressed appropriately.
Please note the high rubber boots at the very bottom of the photo. Myself and several other dudes all high fived each other over our similar choice in footwear.
Others decided to wear their new sandals.
That's Pig #3. He was still high on the glory of Kindergarten Round Up, and then he got to go explode crap with the big kids. It was a day to remember.
Knitting? I knit on a kidney kozy all afternoon at the Koffee Klutch in Galesburg. Laura was finishing up her racing stripes kozy, and Marty was making Hempathy socks. What did we talk about? You. We talked about you, how bad you knit, and the ugly crap you make. Waaahaaahaaaahaaa! Maybe they were talking about me. Eh, what are you going to do.