Oh, to be 5 years old again

Here's my 5 year old.  We needed to get all dressed up nice, hair combed, and all that for a special function.  One of the few times my son puts on a suit.  So, the first second my back is turned, he's outside, down the street, in his socks, rolling around in the leaves.  You can tell by the look on his face he knows I am not happy. You can also see by the look on his face that he's not too concerned about me not being happy.  Oh well, do it while you can.