So, Andrew’s car won “most explosive” last night at the “extreme” pinewood derby. One of the nice thing about Boy Scouts is the pinewood derby isn’t quite the ordeal that it was in Cub Scouts (special weigh-ins, lockdowns, etc.). And, if the dads want to participate, they build their own car. It’s pretty much anything goes. One boy decided a banana car would be just the thing (as in wheels on a real banana).
Anyway, during one of the races, the soda can Andrew was using as added weight (anything under two pounds is okay) exploded in a spray of pink tropical twister delight. The older boys made up the last minute category of most explosive, and a good time was had by all, especially Andrew, who looked extraordinarily pleased at being singled out.
In other news, earlier that day, he asked me if I’d every heard of an author who writes scary stories and whose last name is King.
Uh, run that name by me one more time. I’m not sure I recognize it.
So we talked about the prolific Mr. King. I said his stories were very scary and Andrew might want to wait a bit. Andrew likes the idea of being scared by stories more than actually being scared by them. So he’s intrigued. One of his friends is reading a Stephen King book. According to Andrew: “He’s on page four and scared already!”
This is also the friend Andrew and another friend are trying to help be a good student by brainwashing.
“How are you doing that?” I asked.
“We stand next to him and shout: ‘You are a good student!’ So far, it’s working!”
A boon to educators everywhere, no doubt.