We had our Cub Scout Blue and Gold banquet last night.
In addition to the regular meeting, we had a Father and Son's Cake contest.
What an adventure.
Many nights were spent listening to Ben and Brigham hash over ideas:
haystacks, yoda heads, cars, etc.
They settled on a monster truck.
The night before they made the cake, Ben whipped out his ruler, taking measurements of Brig's remote control monster truck--"so everything can be to scale," he said.
I rolled my eyes.
It's like the pinewood derby--cake style.
They made the cake on Tuesday.
Woke up at 6am on Wednesday, shaped it, frosted it.
They were so proud of themselves. I love when I can see in my kids' eyes that they are pleased with something they've done. Especially Brigham, because he dwells on the areas where he falls short (or so he thinks). He couldn't wait to show off his cake.
Next year, we'll keep our eye on Annie.