Logan

As Sandra, Logan, and myself sat at the dinner table I noticed that my son eats very intensely. He looks at the food on his plate with thought grabs his choice and then shoves it into his mouth. Needless to say he was done eating before myself or Sandra.

I allowed him to get down and explore and play while Sandra and I finished our meal. Suddenly I realize there is no Logan in the dining room, kitchen, or hallway. Laughter fills my home, but the dogs are missing as well.

Sandra instantly seems to read my mind and looks panicked. Despite the laughter we hear she is fearful.

"Where is MY LOGAN?"

"He is playing, don't you hear him laugh?"

"I don't see him."

Then came the pit-pat of his footsteps down the hall. My boy is running straight past us and into the kitchen. Sandra stands up on her chair and peers over the table, I practically do the same. We hear rumble of dog food from the dish, laughter and see him running back down the hall.

I look at Sandra and she looks at me. Since her momma is not budging Sandra takes it upon herself to get down from the table and follow. She tells me she is going to sneak. Sneak she did. Hiding most of her body she peers only the top portion of her head around the corner. Just then pit-pat pit-pat back to the kitchen, rumble rumble, pit-pat pit-pat, laughter.

Sandra raises her eyebrow at me and I take the hint. Time to be mom and make sure everything is okay. I stand up and Sandra sits back down.

"Mom, you better check on him."

I want to tell her "here's your sign", obviously that is what I am doing. You must understand though that this is HER Logan. No one, I mean NO ONE, loves my boy more then his sister.

I follow Logan back to the kitchen watch him take the dog food, follow him down the hall and to the bathroom. I stand in the doorway.

Logan thrusts his hand down to the bottom of the tub, and a tongue licks it clean. No more dog food. More laughter. Logan turns, sees me smiles, points to the tub and says, "Bubba! Yum Yum!". At which point he shoots past me and I once again hear the rumble of dog food.

I sit back at the table where my daughter awaits her report. Picking up my fork, I pretend nothing is going on. Sandra does not take this as acceptable and says to me,

"Mom"

"Yes."

"What is he doing?"

"What does it look like he is doing?"

"Running and playing with dog food."

"Oh."

"Mom."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"He is feeding Bubba."

"Where is Bubba."

"In the tub."

"Mom."

"Yes."

"We are not suppose to eat when we take a bath!"

This is the point I could no longer take it. I laughed hysterically. This stopped Logan and Sandra whom stared at me. Logan comes over and hands me the dog food and climbs back in the chair at the table and sits.

Without thinking I take the dog food in my hand and sit it on my plate. This of course is not acceptable.

"Mom."

"Yes."

"We don't eat dog food."

"I know, your momma is silly huh?"

"Yes you are."

She hops down and comes over to my plate. Picks up the dog food and puts it back into the dog dish.

Logan looks at us, gets down, and his game of feed Bubba begins again.