Logan: Mom you get me cantelope?!
Logan: We got that at the store last night!
Me: Yep, we did.
Logan: Good thing we found it at the store, it could have been anywhere!
(Tonight at dinner - just the two of us)
Logan: Mom, we are missing a friend!
Me: Oh no, what friend are we missing?
Logan: My Daddy!
(Tonight while snuggling in my bed. I was reading, and he was watching his new movie about trucks)
Logan: OUCH! My eye! (as he is covering it with his hand)
Me: What is wrong with your eye?
Logan: There's a little finger in it!
Me: Well, Logan, take your finger out of your eye.