Biscuit's Big Job

Kids say a lot of crazy things. Biscuit once told me he was afraid of 'grass knuckles'. He meant 'brass knuckles' of course but what was more disconcerting was how he was even aware of the existence of said object seeing as how he was only four or five years old.

We all had a very busy weekend, especially Biscuit. Saturday morning we loaded the Beans into the stroller and all of us trekked downtown to the Farmer's Market. All six of us, including the dog, who walked/ dragged Biscuit behind her for the first third of the trip. You know the kids you see on funny home video shows? That's how he looked. For about fifteen minutes. I think the experience was more entertaining for Hubby and me than it was fun for Biscuit but those are the benefits of being the parent.

Anyway, once we returned home from our outing we set Biscuit to work on his disaster of a room. He was not allowed to do ANYTHING until his room was totally done (read: organized and completely Craps-free). Fortunately for Biscuit, one of his buddies had offered to come over and help organize everything. It wasn't that his friend wanted to help out, he really wanted to hang out and have some fun and Biscuit had told him about the moratorium on fun of any kind until the room was clean. Now, Hubby and I were dubious as to whether this was a good idea. Biscuit and Buddy moving furniture, cleaning and organizing anything? But we figured that at this point, it was pretty much impossible to make the place any worse, so we decided to see what they could do.

To make a long story short, they knocked our socks off. Well, Buddy knocked our socks off. I was really scared when he came to me and asked where the vaccuum cleaner was. I panicked, thinking, "What broke? Is there glass involved?" I walked across the hall and into Biscuit's room and was struck speechless. Biscuit has not had a room so well-organized since before he could pull toys out of a box himself. Buddy had helped him put away everything and just get rid of a ton of Craps. He was only asking for the vaccuum so he could do that before they called it done. I practically cried.

I learned a lot about the kids this weekend. Obviously they're becoming more able and responsible for themselves. And that makes me really happy. I feel like I can really entrust Biscuit (at least when he's with Buddy) to take decent care of himself. And I also learned that the kids are probably going to say crazy stuff for the rest of their lives. Trust me, the craziest thing a mom can hear said to her son while he's unpacking and organizing his room is "Jeez, what's sticking out of your butt?"