It's WHERES MY MOM O'CLOCK!!!
Ever since he was a baby, Osc has had a sixth sense of when Momma gets home from work. At my parent's house, he used to sit my the kitchen door and wait for me. Here, he apparently paces the floor by the front door, looks out the window and gets a little nutso!
I didn't quite believe Chris about the hour he named "Where's my mom o'clock," until he sent me this picture one day. There's my boy, pacing the floor, messing up the rug, waiting (Im)patiently for his Momma!