Friday night, was Bingo Night at the boys’ school; it was also the first Cub Scout meeting of the year. Charlie wanted to play bingo, and Henry wants to be a Cub Scout, so Wade and I agreed that we would divide the responsibilities: I would take bingo and Charlie and he would take Scouting and Henry. But then Friday came and Wade had a late meeting and didn’t leave his office until 6:45 and he was racing to meet us at school by 7:00. Meanwhile, Charlie had decided that maybe bingo wasn’t what he thought it was going to be and was waffling about going (by which I mean he spent the afternoon whining, “I don’t WANT to play bingoooooo”), while Henry was yelling “IS IT TIME FOR CUB SCOUTS YET? WHEN WILL IT BE TIME FOR CUB SCOUTS? CAN WE GO NOW?”

I had to keep reminding myself that cocktails and bingo night probably don’t mix. (more…)