Out of the mouths of babes...

I'm dying here...

Yesterday Ryan was sitting on my lap, and we were talking about Logan. He wanted to know where Logan would sit when he came home. Ryan was sitting on my right leg, so I said, "Well, my right leg is Ryan's leg. My left leg is Logan's leg. There's room for both of you on Mommy's lap." (Good way to help him learn right and left, too!)

The little stinker thought for a minute, then looked me in the eye and said, "Hmmm. That means there's still room in the middle. We can put one more in the middle Momma."

NOT what I expected. And please, could we just get Logan home first???