Last night at dinner Logan told us a very elaborate story complete with hand gestures, pointing, shrugging, and sighing. The only thing is we have NO idea what he was talking about.
It went something like this:
Brian: Logan can you take a bite of your dinner?
Logan: Bfth shiuoe youenw jusyhe puppy hoie football houw ih!
Logan: (pointing outside) WRIBLEY hiuoh fhdeiuo hifoesy huirfh fernbygfv aahyes.
Me: What was that?
Logan: I want milk. Yhlie naience hneudne string cheese!
How can we argue with that!