Every night while I was away, I would call home to talk to my family and say goodnight to the boys before bed.
And every night, Logan and I would have the same conversation.
"Where are you?" he would ask.
"Las Vegas."
"How did you get to Las Vegas?"
"On an airplane."
"Where are you going to sleep?"
"In my hotel."
"Is your hotel in Las Vegas?"
"Yes."Oh, criminy! Then he goes on to tell me all about the times he was in Las Vegas. You know, Nada the 27th of Never.
- 8 February 2012
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