He is Five Now...

Ya'll, this is it. My son is an absolute mess every.single.day. I can't make this stuff up. I mumbled something about needing a bottomless mug of coffee one day and he didn't hear the coffee part (that I so desperately must have) apparently. He asked, "what is a bottomless mug, is that a person who has a fat and furry bottom?"

I should really put this on my Memoirs of a Four Year Old post, even though he is now five.

Anyway, this look is what I get anytime I tell him to do something that is not on his agenda. He basically pulls out his day planner each morning just to let me know what's on the schedge.