lemme tell you a tale...

Promptly upon waking up Thursday morning, Logan made a bee-line to the backyard at my in-laws' place. He has a really loud lawn mower that he can only play with outside because it is so VERY LOUD. At little later, Logan came inside insisting that I come outside to help him with something, "just something, hurry, let's go!" something. The "something" was his lawn mower. I took pictures to illustrate our conversation.

L: Mom (he calls me "Mom" now, Lynn gets such a kick out of it.), where's my gas can?
A: You don't have one. You'll have to use your imagination.
L: But, Mom, I NEED a gas can!
A: We don't have a gas can that you can use. You will just have to pretend.

L: Mom, I'm going to the gas station.
A: Okay. Write if you get work.

(That's a bird feeder full of millet, also, apparently, known as the gas station.)

L: Mom, I'm filling up the tank.
A: Leave some for the birds, they need their gas too.
L: Okay, Mom.

L: Look, Mom, I filled up the tank with gas!
A: Good job! Does it run better now that the tank is full?
L: Yup! Its belly is all full now.

The End.