Dear Logan,
About a year ago, sometime around Christmas (when you were 2 and 1/2 years old), Jackson, Daddy, and I were sitting in the living room doing something. Maybe watching a movie, playing a game, something. Suddenly I realized it seemed too quiet. "Where's Logan?" I inquired. There was no sound or movement from you in the living room or toy room. However, I noticed the bathroom door was shut. Gently opening the door, I stuck my head in and found you huddled behind the toilet enjoying a feast on delicious milk chocolate truffles. Two red wrappers laying on the floor and the chocolate evidence present on your face. Sooooo sneaky...and smart!! Definitely Daddy's girl when it comes to treats.
Love,
Mom
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