Cub Scouts

With the passing of his 8th birthday, Buddy started Cub Scouts at church.  He's been excited about it, but he's nervous about new stuff and new people so I wasn't sure how well it would go over.  Turns out he loves it.  And he's actually been very brave about being a part of it without me or B being there at all.

Here he is in uniform.  Grandma and Grandpa M hook their grandsons up with all their scouting stuff on their 8th birthday, complete with patches sewn on!

He hates the neckerchief.  I insisted he wear it.  He lost the wolf neckerchief slide at the second meeting he wore it to in the overgrown front lawn of the church while playing soccer.  Lucky for him, I don't think he did it on purpose.