Tonight Daniel and I joined five other Weblos Scouts and their parents, along with a few younger Cubs and almost the entire Boy Scout troop, onto the snowy fields behind the Den Leader's house. It was snowing lightly, but it was not too cold, in the mid-twenties.
With a bonfire crackling in the background, Daniel crossed the ceremonial bridge, to leave the Cub Scouts behind, and to be welcomed into his new troop by the Scout Master and his new fellow Scouts.
The ceremony was not so solemn as it sounds. The boys, ages 11 and 12, were as silly as I expect boys to be, and although they are all looking forward to joining the older Scout troop, they were more interested in snowball fights, eating the potluck dinner, and playing on the ceremonial bridge afterwards, not to mention going down into the Den Leader's basement to play video games by the warmth of the wood stove.
But tonight I no longer have any young cubs in my house. Daniel is growing up. And I, for one, could not be happier about it.
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