Oh, Logan.

My morning so far:

Logan: *pounce, pounce, pounce* Mom. Get up. Time to go outside.
Me: Mmmmmshahm.
L: *crush ribs* MOM! OUTSIDE! OUUUUUTSIIIIIIDE!
M: Ugh! Fine! *stomps downstairs, feeds Logan, lets him out, leaves door open, goes back to bed*
L: I'm baaaaa-aaaack!
M: grrrrrrrr. *closes door, gets up for the day*
...15 minutes later...
L: Mom! Outside!
M: Loges, really. You just came back in.
L: *tilty head*
M: *melts* Fine.
...5 minutes later...
L: Did you miss me?!
...5 minutes later...
L: Mom!
M: You have got. to be kidding.
L: Mom! Outside! I wanna go I wanna go I wanna go!
M: It's thundering. You hate the thunder.
L: *stares*
M: Fine. *opens door*
L: *statue mode* Is that thunder?
M: Told you.
L: Whatev. Goin' out anyway.

My eyeballs hurt. Must have coffee.

While I wait for the next in/out order from my dog, I offer you these two links:

Insanely cute baby anteater courtesy of Reece.

Writing advice that really resonated with me from Lilith Saintcrow over at the Deadline Dames