Butt Why?

One boy in the shower, check.  One boy doing his homework, check.  But what about boy number three and what's that flesh-colored streak dashing past the kitchen window?

Logan.

There he was, running around the back yard in his socks and t-shirt.  Only his socks and a t-shirt.

Wait a moment...the conversation is slowly coming back to me now.  It’s coming in waves.  Big, naked waves.

Flashback:

"Dad is it time to put on my swim suit yet?" he asked.

"No, Logan, not yet," I said.

Then the boy wondered off and that’s where the memory fades.  Oops.  What the neighbors must think.

- 2 May 2012