So my nephews are either really spoiled or really loved. But when my sis called me at 7:45 on Saturday morning in hysterics (not really, but the story sounds better) I couldn't turn her down. Actually it's Carter I couldn't turn down. It was winter camp day with the scouts and their leader had bailed on them at the last minute. TRAUMA!! Could I? Would I? Should I?... pretend to know anything about scouting and take Carter and his buddy up to Camp Tracy and try my hand at being a scout master? HA! Only because it's Carter, that's all I can say. (Well OK, I would have done it for any of my nieces or nephews just to maintain my title as the favorite aunt). Because of my great looks, lack of a beard, and lack of a root beer gut, I kinda stuck out. :)I soon became known as
"favorite aunt" and even heard it chanted out as I went flying down a tubing hill at mock speed. LOL!
I must admit that I have been wanting to go snow shoeing all season. But did I want to do it in pure ice? Dragging a couple of 9 year olds by their mittened hands? No, not really. To add to it, Carter decided we were going to win the prize for collecting the most garbage. By the time we were done I looked like an ad for anti-littering. I couldn't have carried another shoe string, or gum wrapper. Did we win??? Naturally. We could have come back with just one frozen sock and won. Seems we were the only ones interested in preserving our mountains. But, Carter won a monster-size laffy taffy. That was loads of fun until it wasn't anymore. And again I found myself carrying the garbage. Only this time it was sticky, not frozen.
Carter learned to shoot a BB gun. I learned to pour hot chocolate with frozen hands. Carter shot and shot, but alas, I had to step in to help him hit the target just once. I lined it up yelled 'fire!' and *BING* we hit it! What a team.Here's Carter with his friend Dallin. Good little Scouters!
