Orange Christmas Surprise

So, I'm slow. But I'm finally saying hello to the world of bloggers. What ever happened to telephones? Seriously. This does not replace talking to me on the phone friends, understand? AND, who the heck understands this whole blogging world anyways? Where do the pictures go, how do I get a cute background? I am not technical, let's face it. But, I have funny kids. You will laugh at what comes flying out of Logan's mouth and yearn to have a three year old to liven up your life. AND, well, call me a follower, but all my friends are "blogging." I'm so cool, I know.

So, Logan was at pre-school last week and he painted an "orange Christmas surprise" for Daniel and I- which we are not supposed to know about, but he doesn't really get that yet. Somewhere between actually painting it and getting back to the house, he decided it was a surprise for Jesus instead of for mommy and daddy. The confusion continues in his large 3 year old brain. I should tell you, he has finally become one with the potty, bye-bye diapers!!!!! So, the next day, he came running downstairs and said "Mommy, mommy, there's a surprise for Jesus in the potty!" Somehow the orange Christmas surprise for us turned into poop for Jesus. Wow.