Today was easily the worst Scouting experience I’ve ever had.

The kids were like little cannibalistic spider monkeys, screaming and hitting each other the entire time.  One child cried on three separate occasions, and he was the one who was hitting everyone else the most.

My personal favorite was at the very end, when I asked a Cub Scout to offer the closing prayer.  He closed his eyes, folded his arms, bowed his head, and said, “Dear Heavenly Father, please bless us that our Moms will be late so we can have more time at Scouts…”

I offered a very sincere prayer of my own right there.