Hey Kids - Just Passing Through!
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Yesterday, the children had a “special event” with their scout pack (3 different dens) called the “Pinewood Derby.” It’s a miniature version of the soap-box derby and, unless you’re a lazy father (and you buy pre-made cars) or a cheating father (you build the car for your son instead of with your son) - the primary goal is the project. You start with a plain ole’ block of wood that is about 2″ x 2″ x7″ and make a race car out of it within certain specifications (click on the link above for the details).
The video below is not our race, but a nice, short example of what we’re talking about:
Without the appropriate tools to cut the wood readily available, I had the boys create car designs and passed the blocks off to my friend to cut the shapes and do nothing more. He returned them the next day and it was off to work. I showed the kids how to sand the cars - and they sanded all the roughness out of them and rounded the sharp edges. While I did the spray-painting, it was under their “supervision and direction” which was simply hysterical as they put on their man-faces and direct me to ensure that I got the bottom, the front, the back, etc. They were in-charge. Everything else, they did. From shopping for accessories which they chose, not me - to the application of their decal sets (with minimal assistance when the decals were particularly uncooperative), paint color, to the chassis and wheel assemblies - this was their job with my guidance and assistance. Their cars turned out incredibly.
Not atypical of a situation like this, PEW has a knack for setting me up to fail, which is just another reason why parallel parenting is often the only way to go when your PEW has a personality disorder. Two of everything, yep. Scout books, homework books, clothing, jackets, bookbags… the list is endless. However, without such measure, things will not make it back to your home when it’s time for a switch. In this case, it was the kids’ Pinewood Derby “licenses.” (Also this week, their class lists for Valentine’s party was the only thing missing from their bookbags.) She does this to accomplish one of two things. 1 - To prompt me to contact her with/for something. You already know how much the BPD loves contact in any form. 2 - To attempt to sabatoge me to others, without realizing that this hurts the children more than me (for instance, failing to be able to do something for class which isn’t going to embarrass me as much as it will the children). Anyway, they didn’t need the Pinewood Derby licenses to race. They were simply a neat little add-on to the project. I confirmed this with the den leader, but the incessant emails all week to meet her so she could give them to me did occur and were completely ignored. (Also, I had the teachers send me class lists so we could do the Valentine’s cards.)
Saturday came and the boys were jumping out of their skin with excitement. I figure the PEW would be there. My mother was coming to see her grandkids. DW couldn’t make it due to a family emergency requiring her to head out of town Friday night. I know she missed the opportunity to be there with the kids and interacting with them with PEW nearby.
PEW shows up with PP, the ex sister-in-law. PEW gave me the boys’ licenses and I pointed in the direction of the boys standing in line for the pre-race inspection. That was about all I would say to her. They kept their distance from me as they always do anytime we happen to be at the same event. Perfect.
I’ve spoken before about how S1 struggles with sportsmanship and being under control when he loses. Today was no exception. The track was 6 lanes. You can see from the Pinewood Derby description above, there are certain factors which will affect your car’s performance. As long as your car is at or very near the weight requirement and some minor tweaks (unless you’re a parent whose child has to win so you bought him a ringer car and did little work aside from decoration) - it’s generally a crap-shoot. S1’s first heat resulted in a last place run which immediately resulted in a loss of control of his emotions, crying, comments loud enough to be heard by others, “This car sucks. I’m going to lose. I’m such a loser. I’m never gonna win. This sucks. I hate this race. I hate my car.” …and so on.
I keep my cool and lean down in his ear with my “dad-face” on and say, “S1, this isn’t about who wins. This project was about you and S2 and me building incredible cars together, which is what we did. You need to get control of yourself and your tongue because I’m not going to stand here and listen to you bad-mouth the work we did. Your car looks awesome and we worked really hard on it and that is the most important thing here. If you don’t stop crying, I will march your ass right out to the car and we will go home right now. The choice is yours.”
What are PEW and PP doing? Both in that annoyingly high-pitched whining voice, they begin to tell him that it’s “NoooOOOOoo biiiIIIIiiig DeeEEEAAAALllll” but what bothers me is - they’re laughing at him. I mean really laughing, and that disgusts me. I’ve previously told stories about how much her family loves to make sick fun of the children and this is a classic example.
I call S1 back to me and repeat myself to a lesser degree. It’s time to get under control or we’re leaving. So he excuses himself to the bathroom.
In the meantime, S2 has a heat and his car finishes 5th out of 6. He couldn’t have cared less. That’s not to say he didn’t care. He beamed from ear-to-ear seeing his car on “the stage.” Apparently, at least to him, his was the “coolest” and that was a win. “Did you see how cool my car looked?” Yes, son, I sure did.
S1 returns from the bathroom and is back to his normal self. I ask him how he’s doing and he tells me that he is just fine. He needed to go to the bathroom to wash his face because of the way it looked from crying but now he was better. He returned just in time to see another heat… a 3rd-place finish… and another heat… a 1st-place finish… and another heat… a 5th-place finish… and, lucky for me, my explanations about how differently he can finish depending upon the different impacts on his car comes to pass. His face turns to smiles and, not unsurprisingly, he focuses on the 1st-place and 3rd-place finishes and realizes that his car doesn’t “suck.”
S2 has finishes as high as 3rd and was just all pleased with seeing his car perform in front of so many people and hang out with his scout-mates.
I was happy because the boys stayed with me the large majority of the time. The other thing that was sad (for them, great for me) was that PEW and PP didn’t even stay until the end. They left a little more than half-way through and that, I thought, was just pathetic. Just passing through. Of course, I’m biased.
I suppose since neither of the boys’ cars won a trophy, there was no opportunity to grand-stand and credit-steal. There was no opportunity for PEW or Psycho-SIL to garner any recognition so their need to be there was gone.


