I frequently find myself saying "you're such a mess" to Brayden. And since Brayden is part parrot, he frequently says "I such a mess Momma".
Like tonight, when he put on his daddy's flip flops. He said, "haha, momma, I such a mess."
Pretty sure I had to agree with him on this one.
Especially when he threw this face at me (it's his new obsession, and it gets me every time).
Brayden. My mess of a toddler boy who has me wrapped around his little fingers.
well... most of the time :)
