Turning 8 means joining the Boy Scouts. This one kind of took me by surprise. I mean I knew Beck would be turning 8 years old and I knew that Boy Scouts are 8, but for some reason didn't put the 2 and 2 together. :/
Boy Scouts means Pinewood Derby. Pinewood Derby means stress and battle of the dads. As much as they all like to pretend it doesn't matter, it does.
For our first year we actually did pretty good! Notice I say "we" because let's be honest, the Pinewood Derby is a family affair. Beck designed his car and we painted it. He did most of the painting, but Uncle Bubba drew some SuperBowl numbers and stuff. We also used a Seahawks sticker to finish it off. Dad drilled a hole through it, so we had to get creative in fixing it. We melted fishing line weights on my stove and ruined a pan. All in all it was an enjoyable experience had by all.
Beck LOVED the racing part. He was so into it and could've raced all day! Being stuck down in the church basement with dirty floors and Penelope and Paisley laying all over them and no windows, I was ready to get outta there after like 5 minutes, but we endured and Beck came in 4th place. He was super upset to not make it into the final 3 that got to all race each other again, but handled it as well as a temper ridden 8 year old could. Much happier at the end to realize how close he got and he's already working up designs for next years' car....
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