Training at an early age

Charlie has a birthday party to attend this morning. We are in the bathroom and I am helping to comb his hair.

“My hair like this will make Sage [birthday girl] very happy, right Mommy”?

Already trying to please the ladies, I see.

And as I type this, he just threw the wrapper from his cheese-stick onto the floor. I guess I have some kinks to work out . . .