And then I have one of those days....

...where I ask my son to do one thing, leave for 10 minutes, and when I return... he's done 5 things.

And yes I walked out the front door and back again. I had to make sure I hadn't entered the wrong house. How embarrassing would that have been?

Now I'm just waiting for him to ask me for something.

*Please see yesterday's post if this one perplexes you in any way.