are you sitting down? foil rabbit with a handknit sweater.

The annual cub scout blue & gold dinner is enjoyable in the same absurdist manner as, say, a Pinter play.  If you roll with it in the right spirit, the skits are quite entertaining. 

In slow spots, you can entertain yourself, as I am wont to do with literally any materials at hand.  After taking the foil off our deviled eggs, restlessness compels me to crumple it into a rabbit, presenting it to our young Webelo, J.  Then I knit a sweater for him (the rabbit, I mean; pretty sure this is going to be a him, since the rabbit is for a boy).

J takes one look at the little turtlenecked rabbit he holds in his hand and says fondly, "I'm going to name him Douglas."

Later, J shoots a brief stop-motion animation of Douglas frantically circling the toilet lid called - wait for it - Douglas the Foil Rabbit in Trapped on the Toilet.

Of such golden (foil) things are my days made.  Yes, I know how lucky I am.  I'm writing it down so I won't forget.