When you realize your "baby" is not a baby anymore....

Today we went out to do our errands (yes, in the 103 degree weather, YUCK). After our trip to Target, we went to Hen House. It was quite a drive because it seems all of Lee's Summit's roads are being fixed right now. We took a nice detour and along the way the kids are sitting in the van talking. Going back and forth about things. All of the sudden I hear, "Mooooom?" You know that LONG, hint of a whine, Mom that kids give you? Only this was coming from my boy, my baby???
"Yeeeeeeeeeees?" I answer back.
"Where are we going?" my boy asks.

Then it hit me. My boy is no longer a baby. Not only does he do most things bigger kids do (save using the toilet but that is for another day...) but now he realizes when he has been in the car too long for him to do errands. So much so that he has the whinny mom thing down and then asks where it is he is being dragged to next.

Where, oh where, did my baby go???

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