A good report

Biscuit had his annual checkup Friday morning, and he got a good report.

We really like Biscuit's doctor because he's very thorough. We spent about 45 minutes with the doctor. Nowadays, that's forever!

They checked his eyes. The said they were 20/20, although we saw Biscuit cheat a little bit. When he had his right eye covered, and the nurse asked him to read the line of letters, Biscuit slid his right hand over a little bit and helped out his left eye. We'll keep an eye (no pun intended) on it.

They did a hearing test and said he passed. Of course, that doesn't explain how I can talk and talk and talk, and he never hears me.

He weighs 53 pounds and is 46.75 inches tall. He's gained 4 pounds and almost 3 inches in the past year, and our checking account has the dent to prove it! I told him that he's not allowed to grow again until it's time to wear shorts.

And as he says every time I tell him that, "Moooom, I don't have any control over how much I grow!" 

Biscuit is around the 50th percentile for weight and the 25th percentile for height. That means that he's right in the middle for weight, and 75 percent of other kids his age are taller.

The doctor asked him a thousand questions, including how he likes school and what he's learning, about extracurricular activities, what he likes to eat and more.

Biscuit told him that he likes playing "Star Wars" with Jeff, and the doctor asked if he was planning to see the new movie.

Biscuit held his hands out and said, "Well, here's the thing. It's rated PG-13, so we have someone going to see the movie, and then she's going to tell Mom if I can go see it or not."

And sadly for Biscuit, my friend did indeed tell me about the movie, and I told Biscuit I wasn't comfortable with him seeing the movie. He didn't complain or protest, so I said, "Maybe when the DVD comes out, you and Dad can watch it together at home. That way, if you decide you can't finish watching it, you can just turn it off."

"That sounds like a good plan, Mom," Biscuit said.

The doctor made Biscuit stand one on foot and touch his nose, then swap to the other foot. He asked Biscuit what he wore on his head when he rode his bike. Then he asked him to share at least one way to stay safe from the sun.

The American Cancer Society came to Biscuit's school last year and gave each kid a T-shirt, hat, sunscreen and sunglasses. They also taught them a little slogan to remember for sun safety.

"Well, first you slip, then you slop, then you slap," Biscuit said.

The doctor gave him a funny look, and Biscuit explained.

"You slip on a dark-colored, long-sleeved T-shirt. Then you slop on some sunscreen. Then you slap on a hat and sunglasses."

The doctor said he hadn't heard that before.

He explained to Biscuit everything that he was going to do. He asked us lots of questions. And I was just impressed with how much time he spent with us.

As we were getting ready to leave, the doctor said, "He has an incredible vocabulary for a 7-year-old."

And what I wanted to say but didn't was, "Yes, and he uses it ALL. THE. TIME. NON-STOP."

But it's good to know that Biscuit is in good health and right on track to keep learning and growing.