Tuesday, June 10, 2008
The other morning Justin came to my bedroom door that was open slightly and stood there yelling "Momma come out." When I said to him "Come in Justin" he hollered back "No- come out, I'm dirty". We went back in forth a few times with the same conversation since Logan was sleeping still; then I got up to see what he was talking about. It seems he got up, went into the kitchen, took the lid off the chocolate cake, helped himself to as much cake as he could eat; then he got a dish rag out of the drawer to bring to me to clean him up.