I'm finding that swim days are good days to capture "Loganisms" - probably since I have a chunk of time where there are no (Callum) distractions and it's just Mommy and Logan time. ;-)
1) After swim class:
I want to go in the boys room.
Mommy can't go in there.
Because I'm not a boy.
But I'm a boy.
2) In the changing room:
What are those? (pointing to my boobs)
Those are Mommy's boobies.
Oh! Mommy's boobies are big. Logan's boobies are small.
3) Out to dinner with my family: my brother Zane took Logan to the bathroom when he said he needed to go potty. Upon returning, about 10 feet away from our table, Logan does a big fist pump in the air and yells to us at the top of his lungs:
I WENT POOP!
He sat down, turned to me and quietly said:
Mommy, I feel better.
And then, a couple of minutes later, he follows with another fist pump and: