"Logan? Logan!" I shouted.
From down the hall came the sound of more than just running water. Hand washing is one thing. The Festival of the Waters is something else entirely. Logan appeared in the living room, hands dripping.
"Don't annoy me when I'm going potty," he scolded.
Really. Really? Only if you promise not to annoy
me when you're
not going potty.
"Go back to your room. You're supposed to be there because you were being mean and rude," Ashley reminded him.
Logan marched down the hall and slammed his bedroom door. Immediately, there was a long, slow creak as he attempted to stealthily re-open it. In truth, he might just as well have set off a bomb for all the stealth he accomplished...but in his mind he was extremely furtive.
"Mean life!" he muttered.
- 28 June 2012
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