There's the part about getting along with other people, learning to help and sometimes learning to just get out of the way when you can't help. Tonight, there was Changing a Tire. A lull in the activity elsewhere spurred one of the leaders to offer his own car as the guinea pig and stand back while the boys tried their hands and changing a flat tire. (There wasn't really a flat. They took the wheel off and put it right back on again.) The most impressive part of this was that while the adults stood back and gave directions, the adults didn't actually touch anything.
The boys worked the jack to raise up the car, took the wheel off, put it back on and lowered the car back down to earth. There was no fighting for a turn (everyone got one, even Shelly and E), there were no hurt feelings or fingers or anything else, I thought it a great success. (Also keep in mind that these boys are no older than 10, seriously, great success for such a young crowd!)
So the only question remaining is... How many Cub Scouts does it take to change a flat tire?
Answer: Six Scouts, two younger siblings, three dads and a mom (well, not really the mom, I didn't help at ALL)
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