
This morning I heard the lawnmower outside. I looked out the window to confirm, and there the guy was again. This time he was on a riding mower though. He really should be on a riding mower. He is old.
We hurried and got dressed and rehearsed what Logan was going to say to the guy.
"I am sorry I yelled at you. I will pick up my toys outside from now on."
Logan wrote on a piece of paper.
"cry lomor man" which we all know says "sorry lawnmower man" and drew a picture of the nice guy who mows our grass.
When we got outside he was no where to be seen. He had already finished and gone. And there leaning against our back door was a brand new toy car and a bubble set.
Boy do I feel bad.