One of those days

You know the days, the one's where your son cries about five times, says "I want chocolate milk" and you bring him chocolate milk and he says, "I don't want chocolate milk". Or when he takes his suitcase and heads for the door, "I am going to Russia, let's go." And I say, "no, we need to wait for our call and then we can go to Russia" and he says, "No, we're going to Russia now!".

Sigh. Yes, it is one of those days where again, I check for gray strands of hair.