Today’s guest post comes via Mrs. Nostrikethat and the antics of Howling Mad Murdoch. I have to preface this story by pointing out that the little guy attends what some people might call a “Posh” private preschool. It’s the kind of place where the drop-off line is full of Lexus and Mercedes SUVs with stickers on them exorbitantly-priced private high schools. It’s the kind of place, for example, one might send one’s child when one inherits a miniscule sum of money from a distant relative and decides that relative might have wished it go to further an education, instead of going towards boxes o’ wine. It’s all very precious and we are generally pretty amused by the whole scene.
I am, somewhat accidentally, a fairly involved Scout Parent. I wasn’t in Scouts as a youth, and in fact I was kind of against the Boy Scouts. Now I have assorted hats, patches, and uniforms, which at some point means I have to stop claiming it was an accident and start owning it.
Perhaps that day will be today.