Can I make a plane or what?

Or what.

According to my husband and the cub scout contest I am a terrible paper airplane maker. I thought making paper airplanes was simple. I mean who CAN'T make a paper airplane?

Me.

I stink at it.

It LOOKED sound. It looked like it should fly well; fly far. But no. My husband took one look at my plane and starting mocking it. I was confident that I would prove him wrong.

I didn't.

I was too ashamed to take photographic evidence of my plane.

But not too ashamed to take evidence of Wannabe in competition with others.

Or get proof that he actually earned his belt loop for the Good Manners Award.

I'm still not sure how he got that one. But I will remind him each night at the dinner table when he chews with his mouth open and does other unmentionable things that boys do and giggles after which I say, "you're supposed to say excuse me." :)