Pinewood Derby

Mallory peed on me in the beginning of the derby. It was before the kids started racing their cars, and we made it back just in time after going home to change.



Yay! Donny took first in his division. When we were talking about it later, he said,"I don't care if I didn't win the whole thing and get a trophy. I had so much fun!" I love that gets to be in scouts.
He doesn't look excited to be at the Pinewood Derby, does he?

Cheering for his friends car.


David LOVED the derby.



Donny's car is ahead a bit.




A "wolf" hug.





Donny's pizza car. The theme was food.






It just isn't a scout event unless you can see up everybody's nose.






















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