Cub scouts

I originally had this tacked on to the end of my previous post, but I thought I'd save it, because Ronan deserves his own post. This was about 6 weeks ago now.

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Ronan and I went to his Cub Scout activity tonight. This is a dreaded event. Ronan's group is huge, and there are some REALLY rambunctious kids. The event tonight was a tour of the Jaffrey Historic Society. So picture nine 7-8 year old boys walking through a building filled with old, breakable stuff, art, and rooms of Women's fashions from the 19th century, all lead by a very sweet, very old man with a quiet voice. I must say, the parents were a wreck. STOP. QUIET. BE POLITE. DON'T TOUCH. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO ASK YOU? HEY. QUIET. ONE MORE TIME AND...! Ugh. I told Ronan before he went in that he needed to have the courage to stand alone. That even if his friends were goofing off, he needed to be polite and quiet and keep his hands to himself. I have to say, he was as good as gold. I was so proud. Not one time did anyone have to speak to him and ask him to stop. Or be quiet. It was unbelievable. Not only that, but he was so proud to have me there. I must say that I am eating that up. I am so happy that my kids don't act like their parents are the plague. We are trying to have conversations with them about some of the things typical teenagers do, in an effort to help them understand that they are silly and unnecessary. (An idea we stole from our friends the Johnson's) We'll let you know how it works. Needless to say, I was as proud of Ronan tonight as I have ever been and we had a special night. Thanks, Ronan.

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