Logan stayed a week with us and while he was here he said some note worthy things.
I heard him singing early in the morning. Ring around the rosies popcycle of posies, ashes ashes we all fall down.
Jake was visiting and gathering food and stuff to take back to school. He grabbed a football and headed out the door. Logan saw that football and started screaming, "Jake can't have my football, it's my football not Jake's, bring back my football" He was crying and having such a fit that Papa ran outside and asked Jake to bring back the football. Then next morning Logan came in our room early and he kept repeating how it was his football not Jakes and he can't take it. I wondered if he had dreamed about it all night because he surely had to vent about the football.