Derby

Oh, the Pinewood Derby, striking dread into the hearts of mothers everywhere. The most anticipated event of a cub scout's year arrived in our neck of the woods. Matthew wanted his car in the shape of a dragon (thanks to Brisingr, of the Eragon trilogy). Oy, I thought. Honestly, guiltily, I did not have much hope for this poor block of wood. Happily, hubby did a fantastic job, all hand carved, most impressive. At least I was impressed, and so were all the other cub scouts, and so was the guy at the weigh in "you hand carved the whole thing?" he asked incredulously. Yes, with a pocket knife! Glader the dragon held his own in the races, alas he did not take home the top prize, he was somewhere in the middle of the pack (he did come in first on one of his runs and second on another one), but we were proud of him nonetheless! And I can take a deep sigh of relief that this event has come and gone for at least one more year and we made it through without any tears. It's like the Cub Master said (quoting Pres. Monson) "we are all in a race, the race of life and we can all be winners in this race!"

"Glader" the Dragon in all his golden glory.

zoom, zoom

The proud owner

dubbed Most Creative

and indeed it was!
(or dad was for creating it)

Looking forward to the 250 other pinewood

derbies I will be attending in my lifetime!