My son smells like Cheerios. He has crazy morning hair and drool all down his shirt. He isn't…

My son smells like Cheerios. He has crazy morning hair and drool all down his shirt. He isn't wearing pajama pants and his thighs still have rolls. He is "talking" to his sheep hand puppet. He looks over at me, raises an eyebrow and smirks. It's so weird how some times I look at him and I can see my son not as a baby but the man he will be one day.