This past week, we had the pleasure of having my cousin's son come and stay with us for four nights while his parents got away on a much needed vacation for just the two of them. Since I've already extolled the necessity for parents to do exactly that for a while, and because my kids get along with her son so well and I've long stated that "with this many kids, what's one more?" is an overriding philosophy of mine, I thought it would be a piece of cake. And in many ways it was: there were extra ears to listen to my daughter's incessant chatter. He's an incredibly well-behaved child and he did a lot of teaching my kids how they are supposed to behave, and it was refreshing to have a six year old telling my kids what I tell them on a daily basis. He isn't a picky eater and I think it was great for my kids to see him eat everything I put in front of him, mostly fruits and veggies and meat. But I'll tell you what else it was: a heck of a lot of work, for which I wasn't exactly prepared.