Waaaaaaah! My baby is not a baby. He's not a toddler. He's a pre-schooler? I guess.
But, if you saw his pouty-ness tonight, you might think otherwise. Oh, wait. That is probably to be expected by a super sugar coated kid.
Here's my big boy post eating cupcakes at school.
Telling PaPa how old he is (sorry it's so blurry - Brant took this one).
Piggin' out on his favorite dinner at "The Peanut Place" (aka Texas or Logan's Roadhouse).
And getting ready for bed and getting ready for slave labor (aka cleaning up his room. It's become a disaster.).
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