"Just run and get my glasses!"

Do you know what happens when you tell a six year old, "Run and get my glasses that are in the van." I do...first hand. This took place on Sunday morning at a church convention. The story goes like this...Dad and four kiddos are all dressed and have left the tent, so mom is getting dressed when I hear some sort of ruckus. I then hear a little bit of sniffling and a van door open and close, followed by, "Mom, um I need you." I look out and see a little boy standing there with his dad's glasses in his hand and a worried look. I ask him what is wrong and he responds with, "Um mom, dad told me to run and get his glasses from the van and look what happened." I look down and on his BRAND NEW Gap dress pants (I just took the tags off them 10 minutes before this) are mud and grass marks that are about 7 inches long on each leg. I sigh very deeply and tell him just to hold on a second. I think I did a quick prayer for patience at this point and then made sure I was fully dressed before I went on the war path. So the only thing I can think of is to have him change to yesterdays pants...which come to find out would match, however had honey on them from the piece of bread soaked with honey the day before. So out comes the water and a cloth to clean up the pants...and then we start our journey to find Dad. On the way to find dad I did some talking to this six year old and attempted to tell him that he didn't need to run, "Well, Dad told me to RUN AND GET HIS GLASSES" he responds. I am thinking, as I am stomping up to find Mr. Dad and speak to him about this when I notice that I don't have to say a single word...not a single word. I must have given him an evil look though, he asked about 10 minutes later why I looked irked...I mentioned about what happened and tried not to make too much of a big deal about his NEW pants being totally ruined, I did mention to him that he may want to put on his glasses though. I turned away and smirked...yes it only took him about 2 minutes to get all of the smears and fingerprints off of both lenses and as for me I am being haunted by those stinkin pants which have been washed at least 8 times and soaked at least 3 hours and they STILL have stain marks on them. I did hear later dad trying to explain what he actually meant. So as I start to pack for our full convention, I will be packing extra pants, stain stickS and maybe I will sneak in an extra pair of glasses (or maybe not).