Dib, dib, dib

She got herself invested tonight and is now the proud owner of a woggle.

There was some praying and also saluting a flag. Not activities I would actually be encouraging myself. But what do I know? It's her gig, she's dead excited and doesn't need to hear her cynical, smart-arse of a dad whining on about all that.

She's going to make an excellent cub-scout, no doubt.