Wednesday, February 23, 2011

A Grown Up in a 3-Year-Old Body

Logan,

Last Sunday I was having a discussion with someone after church, and you wandered off to visit a few people yourself. I was watching you, but I couldn't hear you. You walked up to the bench in front of a family you hadn't met. A neighbor recounted the story to me today.

Upon approaching the bench, you introduced yourself. You struck up a conversation and began asking them about themselves (probably with the phrase, "So, how is your day?"...this is your most commonly used conversation starter.) After 5 minutes of visiting the family told you it was time for them to go home. You said,

"Okay, goodbye. Remember, my name is Logan. L-O-G-A-N. When you get home, write it down so you don't forget."

-Mommy

4 comments:

The Dummers said...

Hahaha! What a sweet guy you have!

Marissa said...

That baby needs to come and talk to my babies! I miss him and you!

Jo, a retired teacher said...

How adorable he must be. I'd love to meet him again (last time he was just a baby).

Larry said...

Hillarious! Did he really tell them to write it down?!

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