Cub Scout Krenovs

Jeff Thunder de cloaked and emerged from deep lurk mode to send me this stab from the past, in response to the recent Cubbie thread.
He graciously gave me permission to re-post it on the Wreck.
Cub Scout Krenovs
And yes, it does involve woodworking/wrecking!
As some of you may know, I was diagnosed a little over 10 years ago with . . . children. Yes, it's terminal. At any rate, in an effort to mold (rot and decay) young minds and do my part for the community, I consented to be a den leader for my two sons' Cub Scout pack. I initially took "basic training", aka "six hours on a folding chair", in order to learn the ropes (sort of a scout joke, there) and to get that spiffy "trained" badge on my uniform.
Four years and many grey hairs later, I realize that I've been had. Just "an hour a week"? Yeah, right. Those kids they had on the instructional videos resemble the ones in my dens only in that they were also young, carbon based life forms. And that "discipline candle" idea? About as effective as a scraper burr turned by one of Daktari's simean pals.
So now I'm den leader for my second son, and they're a "wolves" (second graders). One of the things I like to do is introduce simple building and tool notions, like which end of the hammer to pound with, the difference between a phillips head screwdriver and a nail set, etc. Also included at no extra charge are some more "advanced" notions, like when you drill all the way through a piece of wood, you end up drilling some into the table beneath. We end up building a couple things, with the ubiquitous birdhouse being the pinacle of our craftsmanship.
In a momentary lapse of reason, I decided to have the little varmints build their birdhouses in my basement shop. Now I did take the usual precautions (wrote a last will and testament, contacted my insurance agent, etc.), so I initially felt well prepared, though I'm sure wisened veterans of these things are just sitting there shaking their heads. I also had the help of an assistant, whose duties up to that point consisted mainly of providing the snacks. (In hindsight, I'd have been better off with Corporal Punishment, rather that General Foods.)
On first entering the shop, I'm hit by a barrage of questions.
"What's this?"
"It's a morticing machine."
"What does it do?"
"It drills square holes."
"Huh?"
"It, like, you know, does this." (I speak fluent kid.)
"Is this sharp?"
"Yes. General, will you get us some bandaids, please?"
"How do you turn this on?"
"You don't. It's a tape measure."
Kid lifting down heavy object off shelf: "Hey, Mr. Thunder, what's this funny looking thing?"
Me bounding across shop to grab object before it's dropped: "That's a Norris infill plane. General, take over for a minute while I change my shorts, please."
Upon entering the shop minutes later, I see the General and scouts all hovering around the table saw, wondering why it won't turn on. I look over towards the panel box with the previously flipped breakers and a smile comes over my face as I bask in the brilliance of my foresight.
Actually, after that things calmed down "to a dull roar", as they say. I've already taxed your patience, I fear, so I'll bring this to an end. Suffice it to say that the brace and bit was a huge success, eight year olds can have lots of fun cutting with a coping saw (and a guiding hand behind them), and putting in screws with the electric drill can make their day (a more jaded man would have titled this "Cub Scout Camouts").
My son has since finished his project, and the pride felt in his accomplishment far outweighs the jeers from our neighbors. ("What the hell is that monstrosity hanging in your tree? It's not Halloween for two more months.") A flourescent green, lopsided birdhouse with flames and racing stripes? Hey, the birds don't care. It gives them something else to crap all over instead of the car. :)
Yours from Hell,
--
Jeff Thunder
Regards,
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Tom Watson wrote:

Thanks for that. It made me thankful for 3 girls. There's never been anything in my shop they have ever wanted rub into their hair or onto their faces.
I did assist a friend's church group on a few occasions and found the big-eyed 9 -10 year old 'men-to-be' very inquisitive, grabby, rough and ill behaved. I loved it. They _did_ find things to rub into their hair and onto their faces. They smelled different, especially after one of them started a farting competition.
I helped some of them put that propellor on their clocks.. don't ask.
I now wish I had spent more time like that.
Thanks for that flashback.
r----> who thinks Jeff Thunder is a very funny guy.
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We raised 4 sons, all the way through Scouts. Three got to Eagle, the other one got to be a state-level swimming champion and a Life Scout. I slept on enough rocks as a Scout leader to build an East coast mountain range. They turned out OK, and Advil takes care of most of the lasting effect on their old man.
Jeff Thunder _is_ a very funny guy, and Brother Watson has many more fine experiences coming his way. Hope he keeps writing!
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