Saturday night, our ward's EQ hosted a Pinewood Derby so all the boys (and their almost-grown-up fathers) could have fun racing their cars down the track.
Seeing as how I had ZERO interest in anything to do with scouting as I was growing up, I had no idea how much could go into pushing little wooden cars down a rickety wooden track.
Brett ordered a car off eBay, but it never came. When I heard rummaging sounds coming from the storage room, at first I had thoughts of large rodents attacking, but it was just my hubby digging through boxes to find his prized car from 1987.
Our 21-yr-old car won the ultimate booby prize, (everyone joked it was old and slow) the kids had a blast! Hunter LOVED it... ALMOST as much as his dad!
My National Champion
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We went to a haunted house that night. But I know if Kurt wanted to he wouldve been so competetive with all of that. Its his nature! He is just a big boy...
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