Sweets

We had a Scout meeting tonight. David had an absolute blast; they dumped a bunch of paper towel tubes, tape, string, etc. onto the table and set the boys loose to make whatever they wanted to. 

Then they passed out little plastic airplanes and guided the boys in making parachutes for the planes with string and plastic grocery bags, so they'd toss the airplanes up in the air and those would float back down. David kept climbing up on a chair and flinging his parachute into the air while jumping off. 

They had a new and inventive snack...graham crackers with frosting (which the Scouts applied, which you can rest assured means that David ate about 4 pounds of orange frosting!) and Kool-Aid to drink. Eek! David NEVER gets that much sugar in a single sitting! (Sugar, yes. THAT much sugar, no.)

Finally they played a game called Steal the Bacon, which involved a great deal of running and tagging. Good boy stuff. David was, naturally, disappointed when he didn't perform perfectly. He failed to tag an opponent and went back to his side of the room in tears. I think the Den Leader is now used to this kind of behavior from him...it used to kind of freak everyone out, and now I think they know to expect this out of him. He snuffled his way through a few high-fives and finally dried up when a teammate half-heartedly slugged him in the arm and said, "It's all right." (This is the boy tribal stuff I will NEVER understand. I'll respect it, but I don't always get it.)

Soon after they ended the game and David ran outside with a couple of other boys. I gathered my stuff and followed him, at which point he ran up telling me he'd hurt himself, and sure enough, he had blood all over his finger. It didn't look too bad.

"How'd you do that?"

"I don't know! It hurts!"

"Well, we'll get you home and bandaged up."

"It HURTS!" 

"I bet. Did you hurt yourself outside?"

"I don't THINK so."

I got him home, and sure enough, there was a big cut on his finger. I washed it off and was putting the last Band-Aid on when he says, "Mom?"

"Mmmm-hmm?"

"I think I'm going to throw up." 

          (!)

"OK, lean over the sink, then."

Yup. He did. 

Now he feels hurt and sick and crappy. Beaut. 

He wanted to lay down. I drew on his feet. He calmed down and felt better. I think the extra junk food on top his being upset about the cut got him totally worked up. Sometimes I'm amazed that this kid doesn't break out in hives, you know it?

I have Easter photos, but haven't gotten them off the camera yet. I admit it! I'll try to do that for the next update. 

Everyone is still a little snuffly, but better. Doug went to work today, much to my surprise. He came home at 3:15, however, and fell into bed. Not doing QUITE as well as he'd hoped. 

Oh, and Lauren is a thief. I put her Easter candy up on top of the fridge because I KNEW she'd gorge herself. Apparently she went into David's room, stole all his chocolate Easter eggs and ate them. Naturally he moment he discovered this, he howled. Lauren had to forfeit all her chocolate eggs back to David. She was threatened that if she ate any more of his candy, she would lose her entire stash to David. Later that evening, I found an unopened package of Reese's Pieces on the floor of her room. This opened another huge can of worms; obviously she had stolen the candy, but not opened or eaten it. And when did she do this? The timeline was unclear. 

There was a tremendous amount of quizzing and inventory-taking, and eventually we decided that since she told the truth about not taking David's Cadbury egg (it was missing, but later was discovered in her own bag, which was out of her reach anyway) and about taking the Reese's Pieces, she could tentatively keep the candy. She's still on probation, and I had David hide his candy. Next time I'm liable to get the boy a wall safe. His sister has no compunction at ALL about pilfering from anyone, least of all her pesky big brother.