When your mantle and your son are both way taller than you

You know how Braeden, his socks and I have a history?  It's a history of him leaving them around and me getting frustrated and him smiling at me consolingly.

Lately, I have not found any socks around.  My little boy is growing up! I am so proud!

Then, because Braeden could never be truly sneaky (it's just not in him), he showed me his new U.P.P.T.I.

Here's what the fireplace looks like.

I know what you're thinking...what an attractive goat.

Do you see the U.P.P.T.I.?  Neither could I.

When I held my cell phone straight above my head, arms extended, I could take this picture:

Braeden's socks.

I'm slightly less proud.