Last night, a fellow Girl Scout parent and I hosted a “Girls Night Out” event for kids who are already in Girl Scouts or who are interested in becoming a Girl Scout. You have to provide a craft or two, as well as a couple games. This kind of thing is not my forte—that craft thing, remember? (See My Crafty Daughter.) But the event went fine with the help of several girls from our troop. It was even kind of fun.
When we brought the leftover craft supplies home—supplies to make chocolate kiss rosebuds—Ty wanted to know how our evening had gone and what we had done.
“We made chocolate kiss rosebuds. Want to make one?” I said.
“Yeah!”
So I showed him how to make one, giving him instructions as he put the thing together.
“Daddy,” he called to Curt in the other room, “Come here. I want to show you how to make a rosebud.” So Curt dutifully appeared and sat down to learn how to make a chocolate rosebud. My boys working on a Girl Scout craft.
Ty began explaining: “So you stick the two kisses together, bottom to bottom, with this double-sided tape, and then you stick a skewer into the tip of one kiss, and then you wrap the cellophane around the kisses by putting the tip of the kiss exactly in the middle of the cellophane so it wraps evenly…”
His instructions were impeccable.
“Wow, Ty, you were really listening,” I said. He smiled at me. And a thought began to dawn on me.
“Do you like crafts, Ty?”
“I love them.”
Well, crap. How did I manage to birth two crafters?