Potato!

As we were all waking up this morning, we heard Logan calling out from his room. This is unusual. Most mornings these days, he saunters out and finds us, then asks for yogurt. This morning, he stayed in bed, talking and at times, yelling, "potato" in a British accent. He started with just potato, then po-tay-toh. That eventually evolved into PO-TAY-TOH! Finally we went in and said hello, as he explained to us that Thomas says potato. Whatever, kid.