This morning got off to a lovely start. The speech therapist, who is normally 15-20 minutes late, showed up 15 minutes early. I cleaned Caleb up from breakfast and hurried in to get him changed and dressed, since she was still gathering things from her car. He began protesting a change, and I said that we had to because his diaper was leaking. He thought about it for a second, and said, “My diaper not weaking Mom. My diaper not have a winkon wog in it, no wogs in my diaper” shaking his head and repeating himself. I suppose he interpreted leaking as lincoln logs.  Good to know there are no logs in your diaper sweetheart. He is now playing with his lincoln logs ramming his car through lincoln logs.

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