Dear Logan,

Yesterday, Clint put you to bed for a nap.  A few minutes later, we started hearing your bedroom door lightly hitting against the frame, like it does when it’s windy.  But after a few more minutes, we realized the windows weren’t even open, and Clint went to investigate.  When he went to open the door to your bedroom, he found that you had jumped out of bed, gone to open the door to escape, and had locked yourself into your room.  All this time trying to get out, and you didn’t say a single word.  I’m not sure where you thought you were going to sneak out to, but we got in with a screwdriver and you looked very proud of yourself. 🙂


Last night, your Mom and I found out that you really like Abby Cadabby.  I’m not going to put any more details here, but I think that we are both scarred from the experience.

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