Day 9=treat police

My 10 year old (Seahawk head) had cub scouts pack meeting tonight. His den was to bring treats. He baked a pan of brownies, which I cut REALLY small because there did not seem to be enough to go around last month. When we got there, I noticed that there was only one other plate (presumably brownies) on the table. I excused myself and went across the street to get some cookies. Toward the end of the meeting, I raised my hand and announced that I had hand sanitizer that I wanted the kids to use before getting ONLY ONE TREAT in an orderly fashion. One of the dads came up and said, "So I guess you're the treat police, huh?" I'm not sure if he was kidding or not, but I proudly said, "Yes, someone needs to be."  I don't want to be THAT mom. You know, the one that is bossy and makes sure everyone is polite and orderly and has the common sense that is apparently not-so-common. However, it was evident after last month's meeting, that these kids need someone to lay down the law. I have noticed that all too often, adults are hesitant to say anything to kids that are not their own. Some of the kids are well-behaved, but most of them are quite unruly. It takes a village, it really does. I have no problem putting a child in his place. I do it out of love and respect. So my service today is not the brownies or cookie. My service today was striving to instill a modicum of respect and manners in these young men. So I may be the treat police to one dad, (or to the whole group-who knows?) but there is a chance that someone saw me as a person who cares enough to demand respect.