Rain gutter regatta

Mason blows his pirate ship toward the finish line


Mason accepts his first-place award

On Saturday, our pack held its rain-gutter regatta. Mason and I had spent some time this week sanding and painting and sanding and painting and sanding and painting some more. I had no idea how we would do with the contest. The regatta is something our pack only does every once in a while, so there wasn't a lot of local information on how to build a better boat. We must have done something right, though, because Mason blew through the field and won every race on his way to taking first place. Maybe it was because we had a better-built boat. Maybe it was because Mason is more full of hot air than the other children. At any rate, he was triumphant.

Is that a complement?

So I've been working pretty hard lately on my pushups and sit-ups and running lately, and I think I'm looking good. My wife approaches me this morning and says, "You are getting pretty chesty lately." Is that code for "Wow, look at those muscles," or is it "Are those some man-boobs you're growing?"