Sam has to attend Brownies from time to time, if I’m going to be late back or have a school governor meeting. In this he is rather like his father; until I was old enough to stay home I used to go to Brownies with my mum, left on my own in the kitchen while she looked after other people’s kids.*
One difference is that Sam apparently feels it’s a somewhat formal occasion, so if he’s going to be there for more than a few minutes he likes to go in his Cub uniform. The Brownie leader assumed he had a meeting straight after, and was quite taken aback to find that wasn’t the case.
* I know that Brown Owl reads this, so I feel honour-bound to point out that I deliberately made that sound worse than it was! In fact a lot of the time one of the Brownie mums took me home and stuck me in front of the TV with a packet of kids in their big fancy house, which impressed me greatly at the time.