Let me preface this with the fact that My Son HATES tomatoes...

At school half way through the morning we didn't get our teeth brushed. I'm helping out in the classroom.  I get to the table Logan is at and this is what I'm told.

"Mama, I feel like I ate a tomato and my breath stinks."

Through giggles "that's why we brush our teeth."

So I'm in the laundry room and I hear "mama?  I need your help."

I holler back "What do you need honey?"

"I need help!"  he says.

Stepping into the kitchen "Where are you?"

Muffled "In here"

A couple more steps into the kitchen "In where?"

"HERE!"  Then I spot him...  In the tall laundry basket...  Folded in half...  butt up.

"Ok... Straighten your legs *hehehehe* I don't know if I can lift you *hehehehe* ok here goes."

So I get him out of the basket and noticed Baby (his beloved bear) in the bottom of the basket.  So when I asked him how it happened all I get is I don't know.  So this is what I picture...  My Son is playing near the basket and drops Baby in.  He tries to reach her but he can't so he decides to get in.  Only he still can't reach her with his head outside the basket so he puts his head in.  Now he can reach Baby, but now he's stuck.

I so needed that laugh.