Logan had come in with pancake syrup literally dripping off his shirt, onto his shorts and shoes. I put he and Lexi into the bath and then got them dressed and washed his shoes for him. He then heads outside and not five minutes later come in:
Logan: Mama, look at my shirt! It's broken!
Me: Were you climbing the fence?
Logan: Yup!
Me: Well you're lucky you didn't get hurt.
Logan: Nope!
He runs off back outside and then again comes in a few minutes later fussing with the buttons on his shirt.
Logan: Mama, my shirt!
Me: So you have a HUGE gaping hole in your shirt, but you are worried about the buttons?
Logan: Yup!
So I take the above picture of him and then he runs off to play some more. About an hour later we hear breaking glass in the front yard. I get up and look and for some reason he had the neighbor's plate and was trying to put it into my car, but dropped it on the concrete instead.
The things that boy gets into!
