at least he's honest.

Yesterday after nap time, Lawson comes downstairs gives me lots of hugs and cuddles. "I had a good nap, Mommy."

Then he gives me this ornery little smile and says, "I made a mess in my room."


This would be a brand new box of Kleenex.
Torn into little pieces.
All over his room.




You are such a mess, little man.


But how can you stay mad at this sweet little face?