the baby store

Carson was trying to play with his golf club, using it as a hockey stick and "scoring" on the cabinets with his squishy baseball. The game was fun and he was enjoying himself. Then over came Logan. He picked up the ball, and wrestled his way past Carson with it, screaming as he went by. Carson didn't even bother to try to get it back this time, he just came straight to me with his idea (which I think had been developing for a while in his little mind.)
"Mommy," he said, obviously trying to be mature and convincing in his tone of voice, "I think we should take Logan to the baby store."
"really?" I asked, wondering what this newest idea was about. "What happens at the baby store?"
"well," Carson said cheerfully, "Thats where babies go and get snacks and play games together. its fun."
"thats good," I answered, wondering what he was getting at. "and after Logan plays and eats snacks we take him home?"
"No." Carson said emphatically- his eyes conveying that this was the important part of his scheme- "Logan has to STAY there- we'll pick another baby, maybe one that is nice. Logan is just bad all of the time. We'll EXCHANGE him."
After covering my smile I was able to answer him, "Well, Carson, Logan is the baby that God gave us, and we have to try to help him grow up to be a good boy. I get to take care of him, and as his big brother, so do you."
"I don't think so." Carson said, the cheerfulness back in his tone, "we should just get a good baby."
The funny thing was that later that night, we put the kids to bed, and went into the kitchen to clean up... what we found was a 2 gallon puddle of water on the floor- apparently Logan had opened the spout of our water jug a little bit and let the entire thing drain on the floor quietly.
Five minutes into sopping up the mess I looked at Nathan and said "maybe the baby store was a good idea after all?" just kidding. we love our baby Logan, and hope that this terrible stage (and he's not even two yet) is almost over....