Out of the mouth of my babe

A few things Biscuit has said recently:

Planning ahead: Sometimes Biscuit tells me things that he wants to do a really long time in advance. And most of the time, he doesn't change his mind. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, but it's a Biscuit thing, so there you go.

Last year in early August, he told me that he wanted to be a cowboy for Halloween, and he wanted to have a firefighter-themed birthday. Between August and October, he never changed his mind about his Halloween costume. And between August and November, he never changed his mind about his birthday party.

Biscuit and I walked to the mailbox the other evening, and on the way back, Biscuit said, "Mom, I want to have an 'Adam-12' birthday party this year."

I'm guessing this was spurred by a birthday party invitation he got from a little girl at his day care. She's having a Cinderella party, but "Cinderella parties are for girls, Mom."

If November rolls around, and Biscuit still wants an "Adam-12" birthday party, that's what we'll do. And part of the reason I'm writing this down now is that I'm interested to see if he does remember it.

Air travel: We're going on vacation next week, so we're trying to get the laundry done tonight. Laundry tonight, packing tomorrow night, heading out Saturday.

The tall plastic hamper that Jeff and I use was in the kitchen floor (It was on it's way back to our bedroom, but I got distracted.), and Biscuit decided to get creative with it.

He crawled inside and said he was an airplane pilot.

"Passengers, this is your pilot speaking," Biscuit announced. "Fasten your seatbelts. We are ready for takeoff."

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"Um, I'm going to China," Biscuit said.

About 30 seconds went by, then Biscuit looked up and said, "Mom, I'm not going to China for real. I'm just pretending."

It's a good thing he told me. Otherwise, I might be packing a bag right now.