Family: my past comes back to haunt me!

Thirteen some years ago, I sat in a cub scout meeting with my then 7-year-old boy and listened to a plea for a Tiger Cub den leader, someone who could take a dozen or so boys and get them on the scouting path.  No one would volunteer, Brikhead looked at me pleadingly and the next thing I knew ... I was the Tiger Cub leader!  The next year, after swearing I wouldn't ever do that again ... I was talked into being the Bear leader.  In fact, I had to physically move out-of-state to successfully divorce myself from the clutches of the Cub Scouts!

Fast-forward 13 years: this time I'm sitting in a similar cub scout meeting, with my now 6-year-old boy and listening to a plea for a Tiger Cub den leader, someone who could take a dozen or so boys and get them safely on the scouting path.  No one would volunteer ... some of the dads were already leaders for their older boys, while the new dads had the "deer in the headlights" look and there were no moms there. 

Except me.

BamBam looked at me pleadingly and the next thing I knew ... I was the newest Tiger Cub leader ...

Different state, different parish ... but same cub scout program ... definitely a case of "what goes around, comes around!" 

We'll have a blast and the good thing is I'll know all his little friends and can be a bit of a dictator as far as what we do ... remember, absolute power is not ALWAYS a bad thing!