My dad has been so good to me. I couldn’t be luckier having him as both the head of my troop and my father. The other scouts have noticed how close we are. Of course, they accuse me of brown-nosing and they make all sorts of wise cracks, saying I’m a daddy’s boy and the like. But I don’t care. They’re just jealous. And, frankly, if they knew the real truth they’d probably be too shocked to make jokes about it!