This is Captain Chaos's derby car for the Cub Scout derby this weekend. Actually, The Hurricane, our oldest son, is the one in Cub Scouts, but siblings can participate in the derby too. So, The Hurricane competed against his peers and won third place this weekend (and his first trophy ever) in the Cub Scout derby race.
Captain Chaos designed his car and sanded it after I cut it. He originally wanted it to be a mouse, which is part of the reason it's shaped as it is, but then when he saw his older brother's paint job, he, in true younger brother form, wanted his to be exactly like The Hurricane's. So, we painted it together and finished it. He was so proud and extremely excited for the race!
So, after the scouts raced their cars, the "Outlaw" class racers geared up...if you will. We thought the "Outlaw" class was for younger siblings of the scouts and scouts whose cars did not pass inspection on the day of the race. Nope. "Outlaw" class is for anyone who wants to race...including scout leaders and parents.
Really? Did my five year-old really need to compete against grown men? Does this seem a little odd? That the Cub Scout organization, which I speak very highly of in terms of their goals overall, would think that grown men really need a chance to race their little wooden cars down a track and compete against 5 year-olds for a trophy? Seriously? A HONKIN' BIG trophy.
I asked my husband, "Do you think that Scout leader really feels good to have won that huge trophy competing against five year-olds? Do you think he took it home to his mommy and said, "Look Mommy! Are you proud of me?" What on Earth would his wife say?
If my husband came home with a big trophy that he won competing against pre-schoolers, I might have a few choice words beginning with GROW UP! Isn't that a little bit like stealing candy from a baby? Sigh...what is up with this world?
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