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Color Guard Command

Tre had a pack meeting tonight. Ok, just to make sure we all understand the ins and outs of Cub Scout cult jargon, pack meetings are the large meetings of all the individual dens. Next week Tre will have a den meeting with his nine other den members, tonight there were about a hundred Cub Scouts. It was pretty exciting stuff, because not only did Tre get his Bear badge (and one gold arrow point and three silver arrow points, thankyouverymuch), but his den was sponsoring the meeting. This meant they were the Color Guard, the people who march up front with the flags and set them in place and lead the meeting in the pledge of allegiance. Tre’s job was to give the flag ceremony commands. He stood up there at the front of the room, shoulders back, chest out. “Please stand for the presentation of the Colors.” And the whole room rose. “Cub Scouts, Salute.” Hands flew into position. “Color Guard, advance.” And they marched forward with the flags.
It was amazing. He stood up there and ordered that whole roomful of scouts around like he did it every day. He seemed so very grown up, calling out commands in a steady voice.
After the Posting of the Colors, the badges were handed out, and then they moved into the entertainment for the evening. Tonight we were treated to a martial arts exhibition, followed by some small group training on a few moves. I sat on the side, chatting with some other moms until it was over. Tre was back up at the front, giving the orders to retire the Colors. When he concluded with, “Color Guard, dismissed,” the whole meeting broke up and he ran over to me.
“Honey, you did such a good job!” I gushed. He shrugged.
“I know. Hey, when we were doing the martial arts stuff; I got hit in the eye.” He pointed to his right eye, which was looking a little red and puffy.
“Oh no! Are you alright?” I reached for him, only to be rewarded with stern look. He ducked his head out from under my hand.
“It’s fine, Mom.”
“Well, we can put some ice on it when we get home.”
He shook his head.
“Nah, I don’t need any ice. I kinda hope I get a black eye.”
Such a boy.

Over at Heather’s blog I found a quiz I loved. What Narnia book are you? Mom has read the first six books to Tre and is just about to read The Last Battle to him, so he and I both took the quiz. Tre is:


The sixth book in the series, you're the first one with none of the original Pevensie children. Eustace, Jill and Puddleglum manage to mess up pretty much everything about their mission to rescue Prince Rilian, but they do get to visit the Underworld and rescue him in the end.

Find out which Chronicles of Narnia book you are.

And I am:


The final book of Narnia, you're a sometimes disturbing story about the end of the world and the beginning of a new one. Your characters include an evil monkey, a misguided donkey, stubborn dwarves and all the human characters from the previous books. You manage to be heartbreaking and beautiful at once.

Find out which Chronicles of Narnia book you are.

Comments

Groovecatmom

Go Tre! I can just see him up there calling out the Color Guard. Is it too soon to sign William up for Cub Scouts? Don't you think hanging out with all those weird scout people is worth it after all?

The One True Josh

Freaky. I'm The Silver Chair, too. The way the questions were going I was sure I'd wind up being the Dawn Treader.

Tre's right: it's very good to have a black eye. A GOOD mother would give him one....

Kim

How weird, I am also 'The Last Battle' -- didn't see that one coming!
I think that is so great that Tre has all that confidence at such a young age! Way to go!

Tori

Heartbreaking AND beautiful? Sheesh! How 'bout a little sharin' o' the wealth, huh?

A big thumbs up to Tre! I had a black eye once... a BOY gave it to me... Oh, and congrats on the badge, arrows, and good job ordering people around. It's nice to see you are being a good role model for him. ;-)

Jensgalore

I'm The Horse and His Boy. Not quite sure what that says about me, but there you go. :)

tiff

That has got to be the sweetest story. It makes you sad to see them act so grown. Time does fly by so fast.

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