One night when I came home for dinner, my son Logan greeted me at the door and, instead of a hug, said he had a question to ask me. “Sure, Logan. What’s up?” He studied me for a moment, staring hard at the backpack I was shrugging off my shoulders. “Is the bacon in there?” I cocked my head. “What do you mean?” “Mom said you were bringing some home,” he told me. It took me a second, and then I got it. I couldn’t stop laughing for about five minutes.
Haha cute!
