Protecting the Cub Scouts from, er, Private Parts
Saturday, December 12th, 2009
My hastily produced rendition of the card in question.
My job, as it always seems to be on Cub Scouts outings, was to protect the children from all things of and having to do with sex. I’m not sure how I keep falling into this role, but I do, and it happened again yesterday at the Cub Scouts tour of the supermarket, of all places.
Sigh. (more…)
