I don't know where his mind wanders off to...

     A few days ago, Logan and I were walking to the little post office in our subdivision. It a nice walk, as long as it's not the same temperature as the surface of the sun. We usually chit chat about nothing on these quick strolls through the neighborhood, but on that day Logaloo was unusually quiet. After a few minutes, he grabbed my hand and started swinging it, looked up with his big brown eyes, and told me this little jem:

      "Kati, when I hide and i have to squoosh all down, I always try to poop. But I haven't been able to yet......" (at this point, he looks down and shrugs, and then quickly looks up at me) "Quit laughing, it's true!!!!!!!!"